In the Study

Lyrics
He enters, and mute on the edge of a chair Sits a thin-faced lady, a stranger there A type of decayed gentility; And by some small signs he well can guess That she comes to him almost breakfastless "I have called — I hope I do not err — I am looking for a purchaser Of some score volumes of the works Of eminent divines I own, — Left by my father — though it irks My patience to offer them." And she smilеs As if necessity werе unknown; "But the truth of it is that oftenwhiles I have wished, as I am fond of art To make my rooms a little smart And these old books are so in the way." And lightly still she laughs to him As if to sell were a mere gay whim And that, to be frank, Life were indeed To her not vinegar and gall But fresh and honey-like; and Need No household skeleton at all
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Credits
- Writers
- Thomas Hardy