The Sigh

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Thomas Hardy - Non-Music, Romance (Literature)

The Sigh

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Little head against my shoulder, Shy at first, then somewhat bolder,        And up-eyed; Till she, with a timid quaver, Yielded to the kiss I gave her;        But, she sighed. That there mingled with her feeling Some sad thought she was concealing        It implied. - Not that she had ceased to love me, None on earth she set above me;        But she sighed. She could not disguise a passion, Dread, or doubt, in weakest fashion        If she tried: Nothing seemed to hold us sundered, Hearts were victors; so I wondered        Why she sighed. Afterwards I knew her throughly, And she loved me staunchly, truly,        Till she died; But she never made confession Why, at that first sweet concession,        She had sighed. It was in our May, remember; And though now I near November,        And abide Till my appointed change, unfretting, Sometimes I sit half regretting        That she sighed.

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  • Thomas Hardy