The Marble-Streeted Town

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Title:     The Marble-Streeted Town
Author: Thomas Hardy [More Titles by Hardy]

I reach the marble-streeted town,
Whose "Sound" outbreathes its air
Of sharp sea-salts;
I see the movement up and down
As when she was there.
Ships of all countries come and go,
The bandsmen boom in the sun
A throbbing waltz;
The schoolgirls laugh along the Hoe
As when she was one.

I move away as the music rolls:
The place seems not to mind
That she--of old
The brightest of its native souls -
Left it behind!
Over this green aforedays she
On light treads went and came,
Yea, times untold;
Yet none here knows her history -
Has heard her name.

PLYMOUTH (1914?).

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Thomas Hardy's poem: The Marble-Streeted Town

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