The Faded Face

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Thomas Hardy - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

The Faded Face

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How was this I did not see Such a look as here was shown Ere its womanhood had blown Past its first felicity? - That I did not know you young,     Faded Face,         Know you young! Why did Time so ill bestead That I heard no voice of yours Hail from out the curved contours Of those lips when rosy red; Weeted not the songs they sung,     Faded Face,         Songs they sung! By these blanchings, blooms of old, And the relics of your voice - Leavings rare of rich and choice From your early tone and mould - Let me mourn,—aye, sorrow-wrung,     Faded Face,         Sorrow-wrung!

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  • Thomas Hardy