<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529527" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In The Days Of Crinoline</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A plain tilt-bonnet on her head<br>She took the path across the leaze.<br>- Her spouse the vicar, gardening, said,<br>'Too dowdy that, for coquetries,<br>So I can hoe at ease.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But when she had passed into the heath,<br>And gained the wood beyond the flat,<br>She raised her skirts, and from beneath<br>Unpinned and drew as from a sheath<br>An ostrich-feathered hat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And where the hat had hung she now<br>Concealed and pinned the dowdy hood,<br>And set the hat upon her brow,<br>And thus emerging from the wood<br>Tripped on in jaunty mood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The sun was low and crimson-faced<br>As two came that way from the town,<br>And plunged into the wood untraced….<br>When separately therefrom they paced<br>The sun had quite gone down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The hat and feather disappeared,<br>The dowdy hood again was donned,<br>And in the gloom the fair one neared<br>Her home and husband dour, who conned<br>Calmly his blue-eyed blonde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'To-day,' he said, 'you have shown good sense,<br>A dress so modest and so meek<br>Should always deck your goings hence<br>Alone.' And as a recompense<br>He kissed her on the cheek.</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=529527" data-title="In The Days Of Crinoline de Thomas Hardy" data-description="A plain tilt-bonnet on her head She took the path across the leaze. - Her spouse the vicar, gardening, said, 'Too dowdy that, for coquetries, So I can hoe at ease.' But when she had passed into the heath, And gained the wood beyond the flat, She..."></div> </div> </div>

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