December 1899
I
She sits in the tawny vapour
That the Thames-side lanes have uprolled,
Behind whose webby fold-on-fold
Like a waning taper
The street-lamp glimmers cold.
A messenger's knock cracks smartly,
Flashed news in her hand
Of meaning it dazes to understand
Though shaped so shortly:
He-he has fallen-in the far South Land…
II
'Tis the morrow; the fog hangs thicker,
The postman nears and goes:
A letter is brought whose lines disclose
By the firelight flicker
His hand, whom the worm now knows:
Fresh-firm-penned in highest feather-
Page-full of his hoped return,
And of home-planned jaunts of brake and burn
In the summer weather,
And of new love that they would learn.
A Wife In London
Thomas Hardy
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Emma Gibson: I love this soo much, It's sad but interesting on how long it took before she received the letter, also on how she received news about her Husband sadly fallen a day before the letter. I am currently studying this Poem since I need know It for my GCSE. 10/10 would recommend.
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