<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529735" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Your Last Drive</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here by the moorway you returned,<br>And saw the borough lights ahead<br>That lit your face - all undiscerned<br>To be in a week the face of the dead,<br>And you told of the charm of that haloed view<br>That never again would beam on you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And on your left you passed the spot<br>Where eight days later you were to lie,<br>And be spoken of as one who was not;<br>Beholding it with a cursory eye<br>As alien from you, though under its tree<br>You soon would halt everlastingly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I drove not with you…. Yet had I sat<br>At your side that eve I should not have seen<br>That the countenance I was glancing at<br>Had a last-time look in the flickering sheen,<br>Nor have read the writing upon your face,<br>'I go hence soon to my resting-place;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'You may miss me then. But I shall not know<br>How many times you visit me there,<br>Or what your thoughts are, or if you go<br>There never at all. And I shall not care.<br>Should you censure me I shall take no heed<br>And even your praises I shall not need.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>True: never you'll know. And you will not mind.<br>But shall I then slight you because of such?<br>Dear ghost, in the past did you ever find<br>Me one whom consequence influenced much?<br>Yet the fact indeed remains the same,<br>You are past love, praise, indifference, blame.</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=529735" data-title="Your Last Drive de Thomas Hardy" data-description="Here by the moorway you returned, And saw the borough lights ahead That lit your face - all undiscerned To be in a week the face of the dead, And you told of the charm of that haloed view That never again would beam on you. And on your left you ..."></div> </div> </div>

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