The Poetry Corner

The Ruined Maid

By Thomas Hardy

"O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown! Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town? And whence such fair garments, such prosperi-ty?" - "O didn't you know I'd been ruined?" said she. - "You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks, Tired of digging potatoes, and spudding up docks; And now you've gay bracelets and bright feathers three!" - "Yes: that's how we dress when we're ruined," said she. - "At home in the barton you said 'thee' and 'thou,' And 'thik oon,' and 'theas oon,' and 't'other'; but now Your talking quite fits 'ee for high compa-ny!" - "Some polish is gained with one's ruin," said she. - "Your hands were like paws then, your face blue and bleak, But now I'm bewitched by your delicate cheek, And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy!" - "We never do work when we're ruined," said she. - "You used to call home-life a hag-ridden dream, And you'd sigh, and you'd sock; but at present you seem To know not of megrims or melancho-ly!" - "True. There's an advantage in ruin," said she. - "I wish I had feathers, a fine sweeping gown, And a delicate face, and could strut about Town!" - "My dear - a raw country girl, such as you be, Isn't equal to that. You ain't ruined," said she. WESTBOURNE PARK VILLAS, 1866,