The Rift

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

The Rift

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'Twas just at gnat and cobweb-time, When yellow begins to show in the leaf, That your old gamut changed its chime From those true tones - of span so brief! - That met my beats of joy, of grief,        &nbsp As rhyme meets rhyme. So sank I from my high sublime! We faced but chancewise after that, And never I knew or guessed my crime. . . Yes; 'twas the date - or nigh thereat - Of the yellowing leaf; at moth and gnat        &nbsp And cobweb-time.

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  • Thomas Hardy