Without, not within her

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Title:     Without, not within her
Author: Thomas Hardy [More Titles by Hardy]

It was what you bore with you, Woman,
Not inly were,
That throned you from all else human,
However fair!

It was that strange freshness you carried
Into a soul
Whereon no thought of yours tarried
Two moments at all.

And out from his spirit flew death,
And bale, and ban,
Like the corn-chaff under the breath
Of the winnowing-fan.

 

-THE END-
Thomas Hardy's poem: Without, not within her

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