Thomas Hardy — A Thought In Two Moods

I saw it—pink and white—revealed         Upon the white and green; The white and green was a daisied field,         The pink and white Ethleen. And as I looked it seemed in kind         That difference they had none; The two fair bodiments combined         As varied miens of one. A sense that, in some mouldering year,         As one they both would lie, Made me move quickly on to her         To pass the pale thought by. She laughed and said: "Out there, to me,         You looked so weather-browned, And brown in clothes, you seemed to be         Made of the dusty ground!"