Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE MONTH'S CALENDAR, by THOMAS HARDY


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First Line: Tear off the calendar
Last Line: Aught ever to me!


TEAR off the calendar
Of this month past,
And all its weeks, that are
Flown, to be cast
To oblivion fast!

Darken that day
On which we met,
With its words of gay
Half-felt regret
That you'll forget!

The second day, too;
The noon I nursed
Well -- thoughts; yes, through
To the thirty-first;
That was the worst.

For then it was
You let me see
There was good cause
Why you could not be
Aught ever to me!





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