I look in her face and say,
"Sing as you used to sing
About Love's blossoming";
But she hints not Yea or Nay.
"Sing, then, that Love's a pain,
If, Dear, you think it so,
Whether it be or no;"
But dumb her lips remain.
I go to a far-off room,
A faint song ghosts my ear;
WHICH song I cannot hear,
But it seems to come from a tomb.
I Look In Her Face (song: Minor)
Thomas Hardy
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Poem topics: I love you, pain, dear, room, hear, face, remain, song, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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