The Background And The Figure

Thomas Hardy

I think of the slope where the rabbits fed,
   Of the periwinks' rockwork lair,
Of the fuchsias ringing their bells of red -
   And the something else seen there.

Between the blooms where the sod basked bright,
   By the bobbing fuchsia trees,
Was another and yet more eyesome sight -
   The sight that richened these.

I shall seek those beauties in the spring,
   When the days are fit and fair,
But only as foils to the one more thing
   That also will flower there!

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