Thomas Hardy — Unrealized

Down comes the winter rain -        &nbsp Spoils my hat and bow - Runs into the poll of me;        &nbsp But mother won't know. We've been out and caught a cold,        &nbsp Knee-deep in snow; Such a lucky thing it is        &nbsp That mother won't know! Rosy lost herself last night -        &nbsp Couldn't tell where to go. Yes—it rather frightened her,        &nbsp But mother didn't know. Somebody made Willy drunk        &nbsp At the Christmas show: O 'twas fun! It's well for him        &nbsp That mother won't know! Howsoever wild we are,        &nbsp Late at school or slow, Mother won't be cross with us,        &nbsp Mother won't know. How we cried the day she died!        &nbsp Neighbours whispering low . . . But we now do what we will -        &nbsp Mother won't know.