Ah - it's the skeleton of a lady's sunshade,
Here at my feet in the hard rock's chink,
Merely a naked sheaf of wires! -
Twenty years have gone with their livers and diers
Since it was silked in its white or pink.
Noonshine riddles the ribs of the sunshade,
No more a screen from the weakest ray;
Nothing to tell us the hue of its dyes,
Nothing but rusty bones as it lies
In its coffin of stone, unseen till to-day.
Where is the woman who carried that sun-shade
Up and down this seaside place? -
Little thumb standing against its stem,
Thoughts perhaps bent on a love-stratagem,
Softening yet more the already soft face!
Is the fair woman who carried that sunshade
A skeleton just as her property is,
Laid in the chink that none may scan?
And does she regret - if regret dust can -
The vain things thought when she flourished this?
SWANAGE CLIFFS.
The Sunshade
Thomas Hardy
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Poem topics: pink, sun, white, shade, place, face, hard, screen, lady, dust, soft, thought, stone, Valentine's Day, love, woman, I love you, regret, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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