This is one of my favourite poems ever, and I just felt that it absolutely had to be shared. Please, enjoy.

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At the Piano

A Woman was playing,
A man looking on;
And the mould of her face,
And her neck, and her hair,
Which the rays fell upon
Of the two candles there,
Sent him mentally straying
In some fancy-place
Where pain had no trace.

A cowled Apparition
Came pushing between;
And her notes seemed to sigh;
And the lights to burn pale,
As a spell numbed the scene.
But the maid saw no bale,
And the man no monition;
And Time laughed awry,
And the Phantom hid nigh.

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What a masterpiece. Even though this is one of Thomas Hardy’s less recognised works, I simply love it.

-L.W

 

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