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Thomas Hardy (1840–1928).  Wessex Poems and Other Verses.  1898.
12. Revulsion
THOUGH I waste watches framing words to fetter
  Some spirit to mine own in clasp and kiss,
Out of the night there looms a sense ’twere better
  To fail obtaining whom one fails to miss.
For winning love we win the risk of losing,        5
  And losing love is as one’s life were riven;
It cuts like contumely and keen ill-using
  To cede what was superfluously given.
Let me then feel no more the fateful thrilling
  That devastates the love-worn wooer’s frame,        10
The hot ado of fevered hopes, the chilling
  That agonizes disappointed aim!
So may I live no junctive law fulfilling,
  And my heart’s table bear no woman’s name.



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