Thomas Hardy — To Carrey Clavel

You turn your back, you turn your back,        &nbsp And never your face to me, Alone you take your homeward track,        &nbsp And scorn my company. What will you do when Charley's seen        &nbsp Dewbeating down this way? - You'll turn your back as now, you mean?        &nbsp Nay, Carrey Clavel, nay! You'll see none's looking; put your lip        &nbsp Up like a tulip, so; And he will coll you, bend, and sip:        &nbsp Yes, Carrey, yes; I know!