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Thomas Hardy (1840–1928).  Wessex Poems and Other Verses.  1898.
2. Amabel
I MARKED her ruined hues,
Her custom-straitened views,
And asked, “Can there indwell
    My Amabel?”
I looked upon her gown,        5
Once rose, now earthen brown;
The change was like the knell
    Of Amabel.
Her step’s mechanic ways
Had lost the life of May’s;        10
Her laugh, once sweet in swell,
    Spoilt Amabel.
I mused: “Who sings the strain
I sang ere warmth did wane?
Who thinks its numbers spell        15
    His Amabel?”—
Knowing that, though Love cease,
Love’s race shows undecrease;
All find in dorp or dell
    An Amabel.        20
—I felt that I could creep
To some housetop, and weep,
That Time the tyrant fell
    Ruled Amabel!
I said (the while I sighed        25
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,        30
‘Till the Last Trump, farewell,
    O Amabel!’”



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