Time's Laughingstocks and Other Verses by Thomas Hardy
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So purposed, so effected; At the inn Assigned, I found her hidden:- O that sin Should bear what she bore when I entered in! Her heavy lids grew laden With despairs, Her lips made soundless movements Unawares, While I peered at the chamber hired as theirs. And as beside its doorway, Deadly hued, One inside, one withoutside We two stood, He came--my husband--as she knew he would. No pleasurable triumph Was that sight! The ghastly disappointment Broke them quite. What love was theirs, to move them with such might! "Madam, forgive me!" said she, Sorrow bent, "A child--I soon shall bear him . . . Yes--I meant To tell you--that he won me ere he went." |
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