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 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
IN THE STREET
(SONG)
Only acquaintances
Seem do we,
Each of whom, meeting, says
Civilly
“Good morning.”—Yes: thus we appear to be!
Seem do we,
Each of whom, meeting, says
Civilly
“Good morning.”—Yes: thus we appear to be!
But far, near, left and right,
Here or there,
By day or dingiest night,
Everywhere
I see you: one incomparably fair!
Here or there,
By day or dingiest night,
Everywhere
I see you: one incomparably fair!
So do we wend our ways,
Beautiful girl,
Along our parallel days;
While unfurl
Our futures, and what there may whelm and whirl.
Beautiful girl,
Along our parallel days;
While unfurl
Our futures, and what there may whelm and whirl.
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