To a Lady Playing and Singing in the Morning

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Title:     To a Lady Playing and Singing in the Morning
Author: Thomas Hardy [More Titles by Hardy]

Joyful lady, sing!
And I will lurk here listening,
Though nought be done, and nought begun,
And work-hours swift are scurrying.

Sing, O lady, still!
Aye, I will wait each note you trill,
Though duties due that press to do
This whole day long I unfulfil.

"--It is an evening tune;
One not designed to waste the noon,"
You say. I know: time bids me go--
For daytide passes too, too soon!

But let indulgence be,
This once, to my rash ecstasy:
When sounds nowhere that carolled air
My idled morn may comfort me!

 

 

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Thomas Hardy's poem: To a Lady Playing and Singing in the Morning

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