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1840–1928

ST. LAUNCE'S REVISITED

Thomas Hardy

Slip back, Time! Yet again I am nearing Castle and keep, uprearing Gray, as in my prime.

At the inn Smiling close, why is it Not as on my visit When hope and I were twin?

Groom and jade Whom I found here, moulder; Strange the tavern-holder, Strange the tap-maid.

Here I hired Horse and man for bearing Me on my wayfaring To the door desired.

Evening gloomed As I journeyed forward To the faces shoreward, Till their dwelling loomed.

If again Towards the Atlantic sea there I should speed, they'd be there Surely now as then?...

Why waste thought, When I know them vanished Under earth; yea, banished Ever into nought.

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