Nature
XVII
From Time's Laughingstocks, and Other Verses
Nature
“With brows abashed, and reverent tread,
The hearkeners sought the tavern door:
But nothing, save wan moonlight, spread
The empty highway o’er.
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MLA
Hardy, Thomas. “XVII.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/hardy/137/.
Chicago
Hardy, Thomas. “XVII.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/hardy/137/.
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