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[distantmelody]

"The Walk"

by Thomas Hardy

You did not walk with me
Of late to the hill-top tree
      As in earlier days,
      By the gated ways:
      You were weak and lame,
      So you never came,
And I went alone, and I did not mind,
Not thinking of you as left behind.

I walked up there to-day
Just in the former way:
      Surveyed around
      The familiar ground
      By myself again:
      What difference, then?
Only that underlying sense
Of the look of a room on returning thence.

Happy Birthday, Nana.  That's for you.

Ohh yeah...Happy Birthday to Karyn and Bridgett too!  Wow, today is a popular day for birthdays :)