 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
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A THOUGHT IN TWO MOODS
I saw it—pink and white—revealed
Upon the white and green;
The white and green was a daisied field,
The pink and white Ethleen.
Upon the white and green;
The white and green was a daisied field,
The pink and white Ethleen.
And as I looked it seemed in kind
That difference they had none;
The two fair bodiments combined
As varied miens of one.
That difference they had none;
The two fair bodiments combined
As varied miens of one.
A sense that, in some mouldering year,
As one they both would lie,
Made me move quickly on to her
To pass the pale thought by.
As one they both would lie,
Made me move quickly on to her
To pass the pale thought by.
She laughed and said: “Out there, to me,
You looked so weather-browned,
And brown in clothes, you seemed to be
Made of the dusty ground!”
You looked so weather-browned,
And brown in clothes, you seemed to be
Made of the dusty ground!”
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