Thomas Hardy — Why Be At Pains?

(Wooer's Song) Why be at pains that I should know         You sought not me? Do breezes, then, make features glow         So rosily? Come, the lit port is at our back,         And the tumbling sea; Elsewhere the lampless uphill track         To uncertainty! O should not we two waifs join hands?         I am alone, You would enrich me more than lands         By being my own. Yet, though this facile moment flies,         Close is your tone, And ere to-morrow's dewfall dries         I plough the unknown.