On the tune called The Old-hundred-and-fourth Thomas Hardy
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We never sang together
  Ravenscroft’s terse old tune
On Sundays or on weekdays,
In sharp or summer weather,
  At night-time or at noon.
Why did we never sing it,
  Why never so incline
On Sundays or on weekdays,
Even when soft wafts would wing it
  From your far floor to mine?
Shall we that tune, then, never
  Stand voicing side by side
On Sundays or on weekdays? . . .
Or shall we, when for ever
  In Sheol we abide,
Sing it in desolation,
  As we might long have done
On Sundays or on weekdays
With love and exultation
  Before our sands had run?
  Ravenscroft’s terse old tune
On Sundays or on weekdays,
In sharp or summer weather,
  At night-time or at noon.
Why did we never sing it,
  Why never so incline
On Sundays or on weekdays,
Even when soft wafts would wing it
  From your far floor to mine?
Shall we that tune, then, never
  Stand voicing side by side
On Sundays or on weekdays? . . .
Or shall we, when for ever
  In Sheol we abide,
Sing it in desolation,
  As we might long have done
On Sundays or on weekdays
With love and exultation
  Before our sands had run?
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