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Thomas Hardy

"The Chimes"

That morning when I trod the town
The twitching chimes of long renown
        Played out to me
The sweet Sicilian sailors' tune,
And I knew not if late or soon
         My day would be:

A day of sunshine beryl-bright
And windless; yea, think as I might,
        I could not say,
Even to within years' measure, when
One would be at my side who then
        Was far away.

When hard utilitarian times
Had stilled the sweet Saint-Peter's chimes
        I learnt to see
That bale may spring where blisses are,
And one desired might be afar
        Though near to me.

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