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THE WOUND by THOMAS HARDY

Poet Analysis

First Line: I CLIMBED TO THE CREST
Last Line: THAT IT PIERCED ME THROUGH.
I CLIMBED to the crest,
And, fog-festooned,
The sun lay west
Like a crimson wound:

Like that wound of mine
Of which none knew,
For I'd given no sign
That it pierced me through.



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