Thomas Hardy - She, To Him III lyrics

I will be faithful to thee; aye, I will! And d**h shall choose me with a wondering eye That he did not discern and domicile One his by right ever since that last Good-bye! I have no care for friends, or kin, or prime Of manhood who deal gently with me here; Amid the happy people of my time Who work their love's fulfilment, I appear Numb as a vane that cankers on its point, True to the wind that kissed ere canker came; Despised by souls of Now, who would disjoint The mind from memory, and make Life all aim, My old dexterities of hue quite gone, And nothing left for Love to look upon.