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Middle-Age Enthusiasms

Written by: Thomas Hardy | Biography
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 To M.
H.
WE passed where flag and flower Signalled a jocund throng; We said: "Go to, the hour Is apt!"--and joined the song; And, kindling, laughed at life and care, Although we knew no laugh lay there.
We walked where shy birds stood Watching us, wonder-dumb; Their friendship met our mood; We cried: "We'll often come: We'll come morn, noon, eve, everywhen!" --We doubted we should come again.
We joyed to see strange sheens Leap from quaint leaves in shade; A secret light of greens They'd for their pleasure made.
We said: "We'll set such sorts as these!" --We knew with night the wish would cease.
"So sweet the place," we said, "Its tacit tales so dear, Our thoughts, when breath has sped, Will meet and mingle here!".
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"Words!" mused we.
"Passed the mortal door, Our thoughts will reach this nook no more.
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