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Winter Words, Op. 52: 2. Midnight on the Great Western (The Journeying Boy)
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Thomas Hardy
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In the third-class seat sat The journeying boy And the roof-lamp’s oily flame Played down on his listless form and face Bewrapt past knowing to what he was going Or whence he came, or whence he came In the band of his hat The journeying boy Had a ticket stuck; and a string Around his neck bore the key of his box That twinkled gleams of the Lamp’s sad beams Like a living thing, a living thing What past can be yours, O journeying boy Towards a world unknown Who calmly, as if incurious quite On all at stake, can undertake This plunge alone? Knows your soul a sphere, O journeying boy Our rude realms far above Whence with spacious vision You mark and mete This region of sin that you find you in But are not of, but are not of?
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