Collected poems of Thomas Hardy With a portrait |
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HER TEMPLE
Dear, think not that they will forget you:
—If craftsmanly art should be mine
I will build up a temple, and set you
Therein as its shrine.
—If craftsmanly art should be mine
I will build up a temple, and set you
Therein as its shrine.
They may say: “Why a woman such honour?”
—Be told, “O, so sweet was her fame,
That a man heaped this splendour upon her;
None now knows his name.”
—Be told, “O, so sweet was her fame,
That a man heaped this splendour upon her;
None now knows his name.”
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