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In A Waiting-Room Thomas Hardy

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In A Waiting-Room - Thomas Hardy
On a morning sick as the day of doom
     With the drizzling gray
     Of an English May,
There were few in the railway waiting-room.
About its walls were framed and varnished
Pictures of liners, fly-blown, tarnished.
The table bore a Testament
For travellers' reading, if suchwise bent.

        I read it on and on,
     And, thronging the Gospel of Saint John,
     Were figures—additions, multiplications -
By some one scrawled, with sundry emendations;
        Not scoffingly designed,
        But with an absent mind, -
     Plainly a bagman's counts of cost,
     What he had profited, what lost;
And whilst I wondered if there could have been
        Any particle of a soul
        In that poor man at all,

     To cypher rates of wage
     Upon that printed page,
     There joined in the charmless scene
And stood over me and the scribbled book
     (To lend the hour's mean hue
     A smear of tragedy too)
A soldier and wife, with haggard look
Subdued to stone by strong endeavour;
     And then I heard
     From a casual word
They were parting as they believed for ever.
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