Her Father Thomas Hardy
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I met her, as we had privily planned,
Where passing feet beat busily:
She whispered: "Father is at hand!
  He wished to walk with me."
His presence as he joined us there
Banished our words of warmth away;
We felt, with cloudings of despair,
  What Love must lose that day.
Her crimson lips remained unkissed,
Our fingers kept no tender hold,
His lack of feeling made the tryst
  Embarrassed, stiff, and cold.
A cynic ghost then rose and said,
"But is his love for her so small
That, nigh to yours, it may be read
  As of no worth at all?
"You love her for her pink and white;
But what when their fresh splendours close?
His love will last her in despite
  Of Time, and wrack, and foes."
Where passing feet beat busily:
She whispered: "Father is at hand!
  He wished to walk with me."
His presence as he joined us there
Banished our words of warmth away;
We felt, with cloudings of despair,
  What Love must lose that day.
Her crimson lips remained unkissed,
Our fingers kept no tender hold,
His lack of feeling made the tryst
  Embarrassed, stiff, and cold.
A cynic ghost then rose and said,
"But is his love for her so small
That, nigh to yours, it may be read
  As of no worth at all?
"You love her for her pink and white;
But what when their fresh splendours close?
His love will last her in despite
  Of Time, and wrack, and foes."
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