Love The Monopolist

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Thomas Hardy - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Love The Monopolist

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(Young Lover's Reverie) The train draws forth from the station-yard,          And with it carries me. I rise, and stretch out, and regard         The platform left, and see An airy slim blue form there standing,         And know that it is she. While with strained vision I watch on,         The figure turns round quite To greet friends gaily; then is gone . . .         The import may be slight, But why remained she not hard gazing         Till I was out of sight? "O do not chat with others there,"         I brood. "They are not I. O strain your thoughts as if they were         Gold bands between us; eye All neighbour scenes as so much blankness         Till I again am by! "A troubled soughing in the breeze         And the sky overhead Let yourself feel; and shadeful trees,         Ripe corn, and apples red, Read as things barren and distasteful         While we are separated! "When I come back uncloak your gloom,         And let in lovely day; Then the long dark as of the tomb         Can well be thrust away With sweet things I shall have to practise,         And you will have to say!" Begun 1871: finished -

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  • Thomas Hardy