The Self-Unseeing

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Title:     The Self-Unseeing
Author: Thomas Hardy [More Titles by Hardy]

Here is the ancient floor,
Footworn and hollowed and thin,
Here was the former door
Where the dead feet walked in.

She sat here in her chair,
Smiling into the fire;
He who played stood there,
Bowing it higher and higher.

Childlike, I danced in a dream;
Blessings emblazoned that day
Everything glowed with a gleam;
Yet we were looking away!

[The end]
Thomas Hardy's poem: Self-Unseeing

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