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My Cicely

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"ALIVE?"--And I leapt in my wonder,
Was faint of my joyance,
And grasses and grove shone in garments
Of glory to me.

"She lives, in a plenteous well-being,
To-day as aforehand;
The dead bore the name--though a rare one--
The name that bore she."

She lived ... I, afar in the city
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Daphne Grant 18 December 2007

A disillusioned Hardy now older seeks his former love and finding her grown cause prefers the Cicely of his and her youths and so he thinks of her as dead, rather than spoiled by time. He took a long journey to find her.

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