Here is the ancient floor,
Footworn and hollowed and thin,
Here was the former door
Where the dead feet walked in.She set in her chair,
Smiling into the fire ;
He who played stood there,
Bowing it higher and higher.Childlike i danced in a dream
Blessings emblazoned that day
Everything glowed with a dream
Yet we were looking away-Thomas Hardy
(Photo by Victoria Lincoln)
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