"Gone," I call them, gone for good, that group of local hearts and heads; Yet at mothy curfew-tide, And at… — Thomas Hardy
"Gone," I call them, gone for good, that group of local hearts and heads;
Yet at mothy curfew-tide,
And at midnight when the noon-heat breathes it back from walls and leads, They've a way of whispering to me—fellow-wight who yet abide.
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