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To Jenny came a gentle youth	A
From inland leazes lone	B
His love was fresh as apple blooth	A
By Parrett Yeo or Tone	B
And duly he entreated her	C
To be his tender minister	C
And call him aye her own	B
	-
Fair Jenny's life had hardly been	D
A life of modesty	E
At Casterbridge experience keen	F
Of many loves had she	E
From scarcely sixteen years above	G
Among them sundry troopers of	G
The King's Own Cavalry	E
	-
But each with charger sword and gun	H
Had bluffed the Biscay wave	I
And Jenny prized her gentle one	H
For all the love he gave	I
She vowed to be if they were wed	J
His honest wife in heart and head	J
From bride ale hour to grave	I
	-
Wedded they were Her husband's trust	K
In Jenny knew no bound	L
And Jenny kept her pure and just	K
Till even malice found	L
No sin or sign of ill to be	E
In one who walked so decently	E
The duteous helpmate's round	L
	-
Two sons were born and bloomed to men	M
And roamed and were as not	N
Alone was Jenny left again	M
As ere her mind had sought	O
A solace in domestic joys	P
And ere the vanished pair of boys	P
Were sent to sun her cot	N
	-
She numbered near on sixty years	Q
And passed as elderly	E
When in the street with flush of fears	Q
On day discovered she	E
From shine of swords and thump of drum	R
Her early loves from war had come	R
The King's Own Cavalry	E
	-
She turned aside and bowed her head	J
Anigh Saint Peter's door	S
Alas for chastened thoughts she said	J
I'm faded now and hoar	S
And yet those notes they thrill me through	T
And those gay forms move me anew	T
As in the years of yore	S
	-
'Twas Christmas and the Phoenix Inn	D
Was lit with tapers tall	U
For thirty of the trooper men	M
Had vowed to give a ball	U
As Theirs had done fame handed down	V
When lying in the self same town	V
Ere Buonapart eacute 's fall	U
	-
That night the throbbing Soldier's Joy	W
The measured tread and sway	X
Of Fancy Lad and Maiden Coy	W
Reached Jenny as she lay	X
Beside her spouse till springtide blood	Y
Seemed scouring through her like a flood	Y
That whisked the years away	X
	-
She rose and rayed and decked her head	J
To hide her ringlets thin	D
Upon her cap two bows of red	J
She fixed with hasty pin	D
Unheard descending to the street	Z
She trod the flags with tune led feet	Z
And stood before the Inn	D
	-
Save for the dancers' not a sound	L
Disturbed the icy air	A2
No watchman on his midnight round	L
Or traveller was there	A2
But over All Saints' high and bright	B2
Pulsed to the music Sirius white	B2
The Wain by Bullstake Square	A2
	-
She knocked but found her further stride	C2
Checked by a sergeant tall	U
Gay Granny whence come you he cried	C2
This is a private ball	U
No one has more right here than me	E
Ere you were born man answered she	E
I knew the regiment all	U
	-
Take not the lady's visit ill	D2
Upspoke the steward free	E
We lack sufficient partners still	D2
So prithee let her be	E
They seized and whirled her 'mid the maze	E2
And Jenny felt as in the days	E2
Of her immodesty	C2
	-
Hour chased each hour and night advanced	C2
She sped as shod with wings	F2
Each time and every time she danced	C2
Reels jigs poussettes and flings	F2
They cheered her as she soared and swooped	C2
She'd learnt ere art in dancing drooped	C2
From hops to slothful swings	F2
	-
The favorite Quick step Speed the Plough	G2
Cross hands cast off and wheel	H2
The Triumph Sylph The Row dow dow	G2
Famed Major Malley's Reel	H2
The Duke of York's The Fairy Dance	I2
The Bridge of Lodi brought from France	I2
She beat out toe and heel	H2
	-
The Fall of Paris clanged its close	J2
And Peter's chime told four	S
When Jenny bosom beating rose	K2
To seek her silent door	S
They tiptoed in escorting her	C
Lest stroke of heel or chink of spur	C
Should break her goodman's snore	S
	-
The fire that late had burnt fell slack	L2
When lone at last stood she	E
Her nine and fifty years came back	L2
She sank upon her knee	E
Beside the durn and like a dart	C2
A something arrowed through her heart	C2
In shoots of agony	E
	-
Their footsteps died as she leant there	A2
Lit by the morning star	M2
Hanging above the moorland where	A2
The aged elm rows are	M2
And as o'ernight from Pummery Ridge	N2
To Maembury Ring and Standfast Bridge	N2
No life stirred near or far	M2
	-
Though inner mischief worked amain	E
She reached her husband's side	C2
Where toil weary as he had lain	E
Beneath the patchwork pied	C2
When yestereve she'd forthward crept	C2
And as unwitting still he slept	C2
Who did in her confide	C2
	-
A tear sprang as she turned and viewed	C2
His features free from guile	O2
She kissed him long as when just wooed	C2
She chose his domicile	O2
Death menaced now yet less for life	P2
She wished than that she were the wife	P2
That she had been erstwhile	O2
	-
Time wore to six Her husband rose	K2
And struck the steel and stone	E
He glanced at Jenny whose repose	K2
Seemed deeper than his own	E
With dumb dismay on closer sight	C2
He gathered sense that in the night	C2
Or morn her soul had flown	E
	-
When told that some too mighty strain	E
For one so many yeared	C2
Had burst her bosom's master vein	E
His doubts remained unstirred	C2
His Jenny had not left his side	C2
Betwixt the eve and morning tide	C2
The King's said not a word	C2
	-
Well times are not as times were then	E
Nor fair ones half so free	E
And truly they were martial men	E
The King's Own Cavalry	E
And when they went from Casterbridge	N2
And vanished over Mellstock Ridge	N2
'Twas saddest morn to see	E

Thomas Hardy

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