At Waking

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Thomas Hardy - Non-Music, Romance (Literature)

At Waking

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When night was lifting, And dawn had crept under its shade,          Amid cold clouds drifting Dead-white as a corpse outlaid,                  With a sudden scare                  I seemed to behold                  My Love in bare                  Hard lines unfold.          Yea, in a moment, An insight that would not die          Killed her old endowment Of charm that had capped all nigh,                  Which vanished to none                  Like the gilt of a cloud,                  And showed her but one                  Of the common crowd.         She seemed but a sample Of earth's poor average kind,          Lit up by no ample Enrichments of mien or mind.                  I covered my eyes                  As to cover the thought,                  And unrecognize                  What the morn had taught.          O vision appalling When the one believed-in thing          Is seen falling, falling, With all to which hope can cling.                  Off: it is not true;                  For it cannot be                  That the prize I drew                  Is a blank to me!

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  • Thomas Hardy