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Collected poems of Thomas Hardy

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Hardy, Thomas (1840-1928)

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WESSEX POEMS
  
THE TEMPORARY THE ALL
  
AMABEL
  
HAP
  
“IN VISION I ROAMED”
  
AT A BRIDAL
  
POSTPONEMENT
  
A CONFESSION TO A FRIEND IN TROUBLE
  
NEUTRAL TONES
  
SHE AT HIS FUNERAL
  
HER INITIALS
  
HER DILEMMA
  
REVULSION
 I. 
SHE, TO HIM I
 II. 
SHE, TO HIM II
 III. 
SHE, TO HIM III
 IV. 
SHE, TO HIM IV
  
DITTY
  
THE SERGEANT'S SONG
  
VALENCIENNES
  
SAN SEBASTIAN
  
THE STRANGER'S SONG
  
THE BURGHERS
  
LEIPZIG
  
THE PEASANT'S CONFESSION
  
THE ALARM
  
HER DEATH AND AFTER
  
THE DANCE AT THE PHŒNIX
  
THE CASTERBRIDGE CAPTAINS
  
A SIGN-SEEKER
  
MY CICELY
  
HER IMMORTALITY
  
THE IVY-WIFE
  
A MEETING WITH DESPAIR
  
UNKNOWING
  
FRIENDS BEYOND
  
TO OUTER NATURE
  
THOUGHTS OF PHENA
  
MIDDLE-AGE ENTHUSIASMS
  
IN A WOOD
  
TO A LADY OFFENDED BY A BOOK OF THE WRITER'S
  
TO A MOTHERLESS CHILD
  
NATURE'S QUESTIONING
  
THE IMPERCIPIENT
  
AT AN INN
  
THE SLOW NATURE
  
IN A EWELEAZE NEAR WEATHERBURY
  
THE BRIDE-NIGHT FIRE
  
HEIRESS AND ARCHITECT
  
THE TWO MEN
  
LINES Spoken by Miss Ada Rehan at the Lyceum Theatre, July 23, 1890, at a performance on behalf of Lady Jeune's Holiday Fund for City Children.
  
“I LOOK INTO MY GLASS”
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POEMS OF THE PAST AND THE PRESENT
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[TIME'S LAUGHING STOCKS AND OTHER VERSES.]
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SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE LYRICS AND REVERIES
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MOMENTS OF VISION
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LATE LYRICS AND EARLIER
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HUMAN SHOWS FAR PHANTASIES SONGS, AND TRIFLES
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WINTER WORDS IN VARIOUS MOODS AND METRES

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“IF IT'S EVER SPRING AGAIN”

(SONG)

If it's ever spring again,
Spring again,
I shall go where went I when
Down the moor-cock splashed, and hen,
Seeing me not, amid their flounder,
Standing with my arm around her;
If it's ever spring again,
Spring again,
I shall go where went I then.
If it's ever summer-time,
Summer-time,
With the hay crop at the prime,
And the cuckoos—two—in rhyme,
As they used to be, or seemed to,
We shall do as long we've dreamed to,
If it's ever summer-time,
Summer-time,
With the hay, and bees achime.
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