A Broken Appointment, by Thomas Hardy
You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
Yet loss for loss of your dear...
You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
Yet loss for loss of your dear...
These people have not heard your name;
No loungers in this placid place
Have helped to bruit y...
A Reminiscence: 1893 She wore a new 'terra-cotta' dress,
And we stayed, because of the peltin...