 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
DREAM OF THE CITY SHOPWOMAN
'Twere sweet to have a comrade here,
Who'd vow to love this garreteer,
By city people's snap and sneer
Tried oft and hard!
Who'd vow to love this garreteer,
By city people's snap and sneer
Tried oft and hard!
We'd rove a truant cock and hen
To some snug solitary glen,
And never be seen to haunt again
This teeming yard.
To some snug solitary glen,
And never be seen to haunt again
This teeming yard.
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Within a cot of thatch and clay
We'd list the flitting pipers play,
Our lives a twine of good and gay
Enwreathed discreetly;
We'd list the flitting pipers play,
Our lives a twine of good and gay
Enwreathed discreetly;
Our blithest deeds so neighbouring wise
That doves should coo in soft surprise,
“These must belong to Paradise
Who live so sweetly.”
That doves should coo in soft surprise,
“These must belong to Paradise
Who live so sweetly.”
Our clock should be the closing flowers,
Our sprinkle-bath the passing showers,
Our church the alleyed willow bowers,
The truth our theme;
Our sprinkle-bath the passing showers,
Our church the alleyed willow bowers,
The truth our theme;
And infant shapes might soon abound:
Their shining heads would dot us round
Like mushroom balls on grassy ground.
—But all is dream!
Their shining heads would dot us round
Like mushroom balls on grassy ground.
—But all is dream!
O God, that creatures framed to feel
A yearning nature's strong appeal
Should writhe on this eternal wheel
In rayless grime;
A yearning nature's strong appeal
Should writhe on this eternal wheel
In rayless grime;
And vainly note, with wan regret,
Each star of early promise set;
Till Death relieves, and they forget
Their one Life's time!
Each star of early promise set;
Till Death relieves, and they forget
Their one Life's time!
Westbourne Park Villas, 1866.
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