The little old table

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Thomas Hardy - Non-Music, Lyric Poem (Literature)

The little old table

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Creak, little wood thing, creak, When I touch you with elbow or knee; That is the way you speak Of one who gave you to me! You, little table, she brought - Brought me with her own hand, As she looked at me with a thought That I did not understand. - Whoever owns it anon, And hears it, will never know What a history hangs upon This creak from long ago.

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  • Thomas Hardy