Saturday, February 04, 2017

Saturday Poetry - The Sweet Hussy, Thomas Hardy

In his early days he was quite surprised
 When she told him she was compromised
 By meetings and lingerings at his whim,
 And thinking not of herself but him;
 While she lifted orbs aggrieved and round
 That scandal should so soon abound,
 (As she had raised them to nine or ten
 Of antecedent nice young men):
 And in remorse he thought with a sigh,
 How good she is, and how bad am I! -
 It was years before he understood
 That she was the wicked one - he the good.

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