Thomas Hardy - The Inconsistent lyrics

I say, "She was as good as fair," When standing by her mound; "Such pa**ing sweetness," I declare, "No longer treads the ground." I say, "What living Love can catch Her bloom and bonhomie, And what in newer maidens match Her olden warmth to me!" - There stands within yon vestry-nook Where bonded lovers sign, Her name upon a faded book With one that is not mine. To him she breathed the tender vow She once had breathed to me, But yet I say, "O love, even now Would I had died for thee!"