 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
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I never cared for Life: Life cared for me,And hence I owed it some fidelity.
It now says, “Cease; at length thou hast learnt to grind
Sufficient toll for an unwilling mind,
And I dismiss thee—not without regard
That thou didst ask no ill-advised reward,
Nor sought in me much more than thou couldst find.”
| Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | |