The Self-Unseeing

Thomas Hardy

1840 to 1928

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The Self-Unseeing - Track 1

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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!