Time's Laughingstocks and Other Verses by Thomas Hardy
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When the birds a-perch there eye me?
They, too, have done the same! IV THE MARKET-GIRL Nobody took any notice of her as she stood on the causey kerb, All eager to sell her honey and apples and bunches of garden herb; And if she had offered to give her wares and herself with them too that day, I doubt if a soul would have cared to take a bargain so choice away. But chancing to trace her sunburnt grace that morning as I passed nigh, I went and I said "Poor maidy dear!--and will none of the people buy?" And so it began; and soon we knew what the end of it all must be, And I found that though no others had bid, a prize had been won by me. V THE INQUIRY And are ye one of Hermitage - Of Hermitage, by Ivel Road, And do ye know, in Hermitage A thatch-roofed house where sengreens grow? And does John Waywood live there still - He of the name that there abode When father hurdled on the hill Some fifteen years ago? |
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