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The Rift

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Title:     The Rift
Author: Thomas Hardy [More Titles by Hardy]

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'Twas just at gnat and cobweb-time,
When yellow begins to show in the leaf,
That your old gamut changed its chime
From those true tones--of span so brief! -
That met my beats of joy, of grief,
As rhyme meets rhyme.

So sank I from my high sublime!
We faced but chancewise after that,
And never I knew or guessed my crime. . .
Yes; 'twas the date--or nigh thereat -
Of the yellowing leaf; at moth and gnat
And cobweb-time.

 

 

 




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Thomas Hardy's poem: The Rift

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