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Her Love-birds Post by :jammurtha Category :Poems Author :Thomas Hardy Date :December 2010 Read :2499

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Her Love-birds

When I looked up at my love-birds
That Sunday afternoon,
There was in their tiny tune
A dying fetch like broken words,
When I looked up at my love-birds
That Sunday afternoon.

When he, too, scanned the love-birds
On entering there that day,
'Twas as if he had nought to say
Of his long journey citywards,
When he, too, scanned the love-birds,
On entering there that day.

And billed and billed the love-birds,
As 'twere in fond despair
At the stress of silence where
Had once been tones in tenor thirds,
And billed and billed the love-birds
As 'twere in fond despair.

O, his speech that chilled the love-birds,
And smote like death on me,
As I learnt what was to be,
And knew my life was broke in sherds!
O, his speech that chilled the love-birds,
And smote like death on me!

(The end)
Thomas Hardy's poem: Her Love-Birds

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Paying Calls Paying Calls

Paying Calls
I went by footpath and by stile Beyond where bustle ends,Strayed here a mile and there a mile And called upon some friends.On certain ones I had not seen For years past did I call,And then on others who had been The oldest friends of all.It was the time of midsummer When they had used to roam;But now, though tempting was the air, I found them all at home.I spoke to one and other of them By mound and stone and treeOf things we had done ere days were dim, But they spoke not to me.(The end)Thomas Hardy's poem: Paying Calls

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The Memorial Brass: 186-
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