Wessex Poems and Other Verses by Thomas Hardy
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I'll watch with thee, to testify thy wrong -
To aid, maybe.--Law consecrates the scheme." I started, and we paced the flags along Till I replied: "Since it has come to this I'll do it! But alone. I can be strong." Three hours past Curfew, when the Froom's mild hiss Reigned sole, undulled by whirr of merchandize, From Pummery-Tout to where the Gibbet is, I crossed my pleasaunce hard by Glyd'path Rise, And stood beneath the wall. Eleven strokes went, And to the door they came, contrariwise, And met in clasp so close I had but bent My lifted blade upon them to have let Their two souls loose upon the firmament. But something held my arm. "A moment yet As pray-time ere you wantons die!" I said; And then they saw me. Swift her gaze was set With eye and cry of love illimited Upon her Heart-king. Never upon me Had she thrown look of love so thorough-sped! . . . At once she flung her faint form shieldingly On his, against the vengeance of my vows; The which o'erruling, her shape shielded he. |
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