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    Thomas Hardy - The Self-Unseeing

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    Thomas Hardy - The Self-Unseeing - Read by Gary Watson

    The Self-Unseeing
    by Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

    Here is the ancient floor,
    Footworn and hollowed and thin,
    Here was the former door
    Where the dead feet walked in.

    She sat here in her chair,
    Smiling into the fire;
    He who played stood there,
    Bowing it higher and higher.

    Childlike, I danced in a dream;
    Blessings emblazoned that day;
    Everything glowed with a gleam;
    Yet we were looking away!