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THE FAITHFUL SWALLOW
When summer shone
Its sweetest on
An August day,
"Here evermore,"
I said, "I'll stay;
Not go away
To another shore
As fickle they!"
December came:
'Twas not the same!
I did not know
Fidelity
Would serve me so.
Frost, hunger, snow;
And now, ah me,
Too late to go!
Although Thomas Hardy is better known as a novelist (Far from the Madding Crowd, Tess of the d'Urbervilles, The Mayor of Casterbridge, etc.) he himself claimed he was first and foremost a poet.
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