Lost Love

________________________________________________
Title:     Lost Love
Author: Thomas Hardy [More Titles by Hardy]

I play my sweet old airs -
The airs he knew
When our love was true -
But he does not balk
His determined walk,
And passes up the stairs.

I sing my songs once more,
And presently hear
His footstep near
As if it would stay;
But he goes his way,
And shuts a distant door.

So I wait for another morn
And another night
In this soul-sick blight;
And I wonder much
As I sit, why such
A woman as I was born!

[The end]
Thomas Hardy's poem: Lost Love

________________________________________________



GO TO TOP OF SCREEN