She, To Him
by Thomas Hardy
When you shall see me in the toils of Time,
My lauded beauties carried off from me,
My eyes no longer stars as in their prime,
My name forgot of Maiden Fair and Free;
When, in your being, heart concedes to mind,
And judgment, though you scarce its process know,
Recalls the excellencies I once enshrined,
And you are irked that they have withered so;
Remembering mine the loss is, not the blame,
That Sportsman Time but rears his brood to kill,
Knowing me in my soul the very same
One who would die to spare you touch of ill!
Will you not grant to old affection’s claim
The hand of friendship down Life’s sunless hill?
Fourteen Lines 
Music and poetry! Bliss!
Where is the quote from my favorite writer and my favorite movie … I think it describes what you’re doing right now in a wonderful way !
I was young, and by instinct of self-preservation I had to collect my energy on something, if I were not to be whirled away with the dusk on the farm-roads, or the smoke on the plain. I begun in the evenings to write stories, fairy-tales, and romances, that would take my mind a long way off, to other countries and times.
Karen Blixen, Out of Africa
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Love the quote and thanks for commenting! This blog is meant to celebrate the fun of poetry. Connect like minds. Glad you enjoyed.
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