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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529595" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tess's Lament</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would that folk forgot me quite, <br> Forgot me quite! <br>I would that I could shrink from sight, <br> And no more see the sun. <br>Would it were time to say farewell, <br>To claim my nook, to need my knell, <br>Time for them all to stand and tell <br> Of my day's work as done. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! dairy where I lived so long, <br> I lived so long; <br>Where I would rise up stanch and strong, <br> And lie down hopefully. <br>'Twas there within the chimney-seat <br>He watched me to the clock's slow beat - <br>Loved me, and learnt to call me sweet, <br> And whispered words to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now he's gone; and now he's gone; . . . <br> And now he's gone! <br>The flowers we potted p'rhaps are thrown <br> To rot upon the farm. <br>And where we had our supper-fire <br>May now grow nettle, dock, and briar, <br>And all the place be mould and mire <br> So cozy once and warm. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it was I who did it all, <br> Who did it all; <br>'Twas I who made the blow to fall <br> On him who thought no guile. <br>Well, it is finished--past, and he <br>Has left me to my misery, <br>And I must take my Cross on me <br> For wronging him awhile. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">V </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How gay we looked that day we wed, <br> That day we wed! <br>"May joy be with ye!" all o'm said <br> A standing by the durn. <br>I wonder what they say o's now, <br>And if they know my lot; and how <br>She feels who milks my favourite cow, <br> And takes my place at churn! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It wears me out to think of it, <br> To think of it; <br>I cannot bear my fate as writ, <br> I'd have my life unbe; <br>Would turn my memory to a blot, <br>Make every relic of me rot, <br>My doings be as they were not, <br> And what they've brought to me!</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=529595" data-title="Tess's Lament de Thomas Hardy" data-description="I I would that folk forgot me quite, Forgot me quite! I would that I could shrink from sight, And no more see the sun. Would it were time to say farewell, To claim my nook, to need my knell, Time for the..."></div> </div> </div>
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