<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529506" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Her Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sang that song on Sunday,<br>To witch an idle while,<br>I sang that song on Monday,<br>As fittest to beguile;<br>I sang it as the year outwore,<br>And the new slid in;<br>I thought not what might shape before<br>Another would begin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sang that song in summer,<br>All unforeknowingly,<br>To him as a new-comer<br>From regions strange to me:<br>I sang it when in afteryears<br>The shades stretched out,<br>And paths were faint; and flocking fears<br>Brought cup-eyed care and doubt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sings he that song on Sundays<br>In some dim land afar,<br>On Saturdays, or Mondays,<br>As when the evening star<br>Glimpsed in upon his bending face<br>And my hanging hair,<br>And time untouched me with a trace<br>Of soul-smart or despair?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529506" data-title="Her Song de Thomas Hardy" data-description="I sang that song on Sunday, To witch an idle while, I sang that song on Monday, As fittest to beguile; I sang it as the year outwore, And the new slid in; I thought not what might shape before Another would begin. I sang that song in summer, All ..."></div> </div> </div>

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