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Four Footprints

by Thomas Hardy

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Drawing the boundary…

The sun set, the wind fell

by Edward Thomas

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Drawing the boundary…

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Four Footprints

by Thomas Hardy

Here are the tracks upon the sand 
Where stood last evening she and I — 
Pressed heart to heart and hand to hand; 
The morning sun has baked them dry.

I kissed her wet face — wet with rain, 
For arid grief had burnt up tears, 
While reached us as in sleeping pain 
The distant gurgling of the weirs.

"I have married him — yes; feel that ring; 
'Tis a week ago that he put it on. …
A dutiful daughter does this thing, 
And resignation succeeds anon!

"But that I body and soul was yours
Ere he'd possession, he'll never know.
He's a confident man. 'The husband scores,'
He says, 'in the long run' ... Now, Dear, go!"

I went. And to-day I pass the spot;
It is only a smart the more to endure;
And she whom I held is as though she were not,
For they have resumed their honeymoon tour.

The sun set, the wind fell

by Edward Thomas

The sun set, the wind fell, the sea
Was like a mirror shaking:
The one small wave that clapped the land
A mile-long snake of foam was making
Where tide had smoothed and wind had dried
The vacant sand.

A light divided the swollen clouds
And lay most perfectly
Like a straight narrow footbridge bright
That crossed over the sea to me;
And no one else in the whole world
Saw that same sight.

I walked elate, my bridge always
Just one step from my feet:
A robin sang, a shade in shade:
And all I did was to repeat:
'I'll go no more a-roving
With you, fair maid.'

The sailors' song of merry loving
With dusk and sea-gull's mewing
Mixed sweet, the lewdness far outweighed
By the wild charm the chorus played:
'I'll go no more a-roving
With you, fair maid:
A-roving, a-roving, since roving's been my ruin,
I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid.'

In Amsterdam there dwelt a maid—
Mark well what I do say—
In Amsterdam there dwelt a maid
And she was a mistress of her trade:
I'll go no more a-roving
With you, fair maid:
A-roving, a-roving, since roving's been my ruin,
I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid.

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