This is Thomas Hardy, in 1867, expressing a truth of which Partner and I remind each other daily.
And I hope that the last stanza is true for Partner and me.
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Thomas Hardy: “1967”
In five-score summers! All new eyes,
New minds, new modes, new fools, new wise;
New woes to weep, new joys to prize;
With nothing left of me and you
In that live century’s vivid view
Beyond a pinch of dust or two;
A century which, if not sublime,
Will show, I doubt not, at its prime,
A scope above this blinkered time.
—Yet what to me how far above?
For I would only ask thereof
That thy worm should be my worm, Love!
—16 Westbourne Park Villas, 1867
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