Thomas Hardy

Here you will find the Poem Amabel of poet Thomas Hardy


I MARKED her ruined hues,
 Her custom-straitened views,
 And asked, "Can there indwell
 My Amabel?"

 I looked upon her gown,
 Once rose, now earthen brown;
 The change was like the knell
 Of Amabel.

 Her step's mechanic ways
 Had lost the life of May's;
 Her laugh, once sweet in swell,
 Spoilt Amabel.

 I mused: "Who sings the strain
 I sang ere warmth did wane?
 Who thinks its numbers spell
 His Amabel?"--

 Knowing that, though Love cease,
 Love's race shows undecrease;
 All find in dorp or dell
 An Amabel.

 --I felt that I could creep
 To some housetop, and weep,
 That Time the tyrant fell
 Ruled Amabel!

 I said (the while I sighed
 That love like ours had died),
 "Fond things I'll no more tell
 To Amabel,

 "But leave her to her fate,
 And fling across the gate,
 'Till the Last Trump, farewell,
 O Amabel!'"