O life with the sad seared face,
I weary of seeing thee,
And thy draggled cloak, and thy hobbling pace,
And thy too-forced pleasantry!
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The rising of spring probaly put Hardy in this mood. Why could not life be joyous again, and he pretend to be young. Daphne