The Flirt’s Tragedy Thomas Hardy
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Here alone by the logs in my chamber,
  Deserted, decrepit -
Spent flames limning ghosts on the wainscot
  Of friends I once knew -
My drama and hers begins weirdly
  Its dumb re-enactment,
Each scene, sigh, and circumstance passing
  In spectral review.
- Wealth was mine beyond wish when I met her -
  The pride of the lowland -
Embowered in Tintinhull Valley
  By laurel and yew;
And love lit my soul, notwithstanding
  My features' ill favour,
Too obvious beside her perfections
  Of line and of hue.
But it pleased her to play on my passion,
  And whet me to pleadings
That won from her mirthful negations
  And scornings undue.
Then I fled her disdains and derisions
  To cities of pleasure,
And made me the crony of idlers
  In every purlieu.
  Deserted, decrepit -
Spent flames limning ghosts on the wainscot
  Of friends I once knew -
My drama and hers begins weirdly
  Its dumb re-enactment,
Each scene, sigh, and circumstance passing
  In spectral review.
- Wealth was mine beyond wish when I met her -
  The pride of the lowland -
Embowered in Tintinhull Valley
  By laurel and yew;
And love lit my soul, notwithstanding
  My features' ill favour,
Too obvious beside her perfections
  Of line and of hue.
But it pleased her to play on my passion,
  And whet me to pleadings
That won from her mirthful negations
  And scornings undue.
Then I fled her disdains and derisions
  To cities of pleasure,
And made me the crony of idlers
  In every purlieu.
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