“While the dipping blaze / Dyed her face fire-red; // And would sigh at the tale / Of sunk Lyonesse, / As a wind-tugged tress / Flapped her cheek like a flail / Or listen at whiles / With a thought-bound brow / To the murmuring miles / She is far from now." - Thomas Hardy, Unexpected Elegies
"I Found Her Out There" is a standout poem amid a truly beautiful collection. I wrote a research paper on it last year and there's so much to analyze! #poetry
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