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Does he want you down there	A
In the Nether Glooms where	A
The hours may be a dragging load upon him	B
As he hears the axle grind	C
Round and round	D
Of the great world in the blind	C
Still profound	D
Of the night time He might liven at the sound	D
Of your string revealing you had not forgone him	B
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In the gallery west the nave	E
But a few yards from his grave	E
Did you tucked beneath his chin to his bowing	F
Guide the homely harmony	G
Of the quire	H
Who for long years strenuously	G
Son and sire	I
Caught the strains that at his fingering low or higher	I
From your four thin threads and eff holes came outflowing	F
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And too what merry tunes	J
He would bow at nights or noons	J
That chanced to find him bent to lute a measure	I
When he made you speak his heart	K
As in dream	L
Without book or music chart	K
On some theme	L
Elusive as a jack o' lanthorn's gleam	L
And the psalm of duty shelved for trill of pleasure	I
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Well you can not alas	M
The barrier overpass	M
That screens him in those Mournful Meads hereunder	I
Where no fiddling can be heard	N
In the glades	O
Of silentness no bird	N
Thrills the shades	O
Where no viol is touched for songs or serenades	O
No bowing wakes a congregation's wonder	I
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He must do without you now	P
Stir you no more anyhow	P
To yearning concords taught you in your glory	I
While your strings a tangled wreck	F
Once smart drawn	Q
Ten worm wounds in your neck	F
Purflings wan	R
With dust hoar here alone I sadly con	R
Your present dumbness shape your olden story	I
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Thomas Hardy

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