Imaginings

She saw herself a lady

With fifty frocks in wear,

And rolling wheels, and rooms the best,

And faithful maidens' care,

And open lawns and shady

For weathers warm or drear.

She found herself a striver,

All liberal gifts debarred,

With days of gloom, and movements stressed,

And early visions marred,

And got no man to wive her

But one whose lot was hard.

Yet in the moony night-time

She steals to stile and lea

During his heavy slumberous rest

When homecome wearily,

And dreams of some blest bright-time

She knows can never be.

A quote from a Hardy novel

“Well, what I mean is that I shouldn't mind being a bride at a wedding, if I could be one without having a husband.” (Far from the Madding Crowd)

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