Thomas Hardy - Paths Of Former Time lyrics

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Thomas Hardy - Paths Of Former Time lyrics

No; no; It must not be so: They are the ways we do not go. Still chew The kine, and moo In the meadows we used to wander through; Still purl The rivulets and curl Towards the weirs with a musical swirl; Haymakers As in former years Rake rolls into heaps that the pitchfork rears; Wheels crack On the turfy track The waggon pursues with its toppling pack. "Why then shun - Since summer's not done - All this because of the lack of one?" Had you been Sharer of that scene You would not ask while it bites in keen Why it is so We can no more go By the summer paths we used to know! 1913.

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