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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529607" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Colonel's Soliloquy (Southampton Docks: October, 1899)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"The quay recedes. Hurrah! Ahead we go! . . . <br>It's true I've been accustomed now to home, <br>And joints get rusty, and one's limbs may grow <br> More fit to rest than roam. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"But I can stand as yet fair stress and strain; <br>There's not a little steel beneath the rust; <br>My years mount somewhat, but here's to't again! <br> And if I fall, I must. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"God knows that for myself I've scanty care; <br>Past scrimmages have proved as much to all; <br>In Eastern lands and South I've had my share <br> Both of the blade and ball. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And where those villains ripped me in the flitch <br>With their old iron in my early time, <br>I'm apt at change of wind to feel a twitch, <br> Or at a change of clime. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And what my mirror shows me in the morning <br>Has more of blotch and wrinkle than of bloom; <br>My eyes, too, heretofore all glasses scorning, <br> Have just a touch of rheum . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Now sounds 'The Girl I've left behind me,'--Ah, <br>The years, the ardours, wakened by that tune! <br>Time was when, with the crowd's farewell 'Hurrah!' <br> 'Twould lift me to the moon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"But now it's late to leave behind me one <br>Who if, poor soul, her man goes underground, <br>Will not recover as she might have done <br> In days when hopes abound. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"She's waving from the wharfside, palely grieving, <br>As down we draw . . . Her tears make little show, <br>Yet now she suffers more than at my leaving <br> Some twenty years ago. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I pray those left at home will care for her! <br>I shall come back; I have before; though when <br>The Girl you leave behind you is a grandmother, <br> Things may not be as then."</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=529607" data-title="The Colonel's Soliloquy (Southampton Docks: October, 1899) de Thomas Hardy" data-description=""The quay recedes. Hurrah! Ahead we go! . . . It's true I've been accustomed now to home, And joints get rusty, and one's limbs may grow More fit to rest than roam. "But I can stand as yet fair stress and strain; ..."></div> </div> </div>
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