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Thomas Hardy : The Riddle

	I
Stretching eyes west
Over the sea,
Wind foul or fair,
Always stood she
Prospect-impressed;
Solely out there
Did her gaze rest,
Never elsewhere
Seemed charm to be.

	II
Always eyes east
Ponders she nowó
As in devotionó
Hills of blank brow
Where no waves plough.
Never the least
Room for emotion
Drawn from the ocean
Does she allow.

Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)	?

 
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