The Poetry Corner

Cross-Currents

By Thomas Hardy

They parted a pallid, trembling I pair, And rushing down the lane He left her lonely near me there; I asked her of their pain. "It is for ever," at length she said, "His friends have schemed it so, That the long-purposed day to wed Never shall we two know." "In such a cruel case," said I, "Love will contrive a course?" " Well, no . . . A thing may underlie, Which robs that of its force; "A thing I could not tell him of, Though all the year I have tried; This: never could I have given him love, Even had I been his bride. "So, when his kinsfolk stop the way Point-blank, there could not be A happening in the world to-day More opportune for me! "Yet hear no doubt to your surprise - I am sorry, for his sake, That I have escaped the sacrifice I was prepared to make!"