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HE INADVERTENLY CURES HIS LOVE-PAINS by THOMAS HARDY

Poet Analysis

First Line: I SAID 'O LET ME SING THE PRAISE
Last Line: THOSE OLD SWEET AGONIES AGAIN!
I SAID: "O let me sing the praise
Of her who sweetly racks my days, --
Her I adore;
Her lips, her eyes, her moods, her ways!"

In miseries of pulse and pang
I strung my harp, and straightway sang
As none before: --
To wondrous words my quavers rang!

Thus I let heartaches lilt my verse,
Which suaged and soothed, and made disperse
The smarts I bore
To quiet like a sepulchre's.

But, eased, the days that thrilled ere then
Lost value; and I ask, O when,
And how, restore
Those old sweet agonies again!



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