Thomas Hardy

How She Went to Ireland

Dora’s gone to Ireland
   Through the sleet and snow;
Promptly she has gone there
   In a ship, although
Why she’s gone to Ireland
   Dora does not know.
 
That was where, yea, Ireland,
   Dora wished to be:
When she felt, in lone times,
   Shoots of misery,
Often there, in Ireland,
   Dora wished to be.
 
Hence she’s gone to Ireland,
   Since she meant to go,
Through the drift and darkness
   Onward labouring, though
That she’s gone to Ireland
   Dora does not know.
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