The whitewashed wall

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

The whitewashed wall

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Why does she turn in that shy soft way        &nbsp Whenever she stirs the fire, And kiss to the chimney-corner wall,        &nbsp As if entranced to admire Its whitewashed bareness more than the sight        &nbsp Of a rose in richest green? I have known her long, but this raptured rite        &nbsp I never before have seen. - Well, once when her son cast his shadow there,        &nbsp A friend took a pencil and drew him Upon that flame-lit wall. And the lines        &nbsp Had a lifelike semblance to him. And there long stayed his familiar look;        &nbsp But one day, ere she knew, The whitener came to cleanse the nook,        &nbsp And covered the face from view. "Yes," he said: "My brush goes on with a rush,        &nbsp And the draught is buried under; When you have to whiten old cots and brighten,        &nbsp What else can you do, I wonder?" But she knows he's there. And when she yearns        &nbsp For him, deep in the labouring night, She sees him as close at hand, and turns        &nbsp To him under his sheet of white.

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  • Thomas Hardy