Wessex Poems and Other Verses by Thomas Hardy
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Who thinks its numbers spell
His Amabel?" - Knowing that, though Love cease, Love's race shows undecrease; All find in dorp or dell An Amabel. - I felt that I could creep To some housetop, and weep, That Time the tyrant fell Ruled Amabel! I said (the while I sighed That love like ours had died), "Fond things I'll no more tell To Amabel, "But leave her to her fate, And fling across the gate, 'Till the Last Trump, farewell, O Amabel!'" 1865. HAP |
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