Very verses for Tess’s virtue
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In esteem for Tess of the D’urbervilles, a pure woman faithfully presented by Thomas Hardy.
The flickering flame entombed to sky
along with ancestry fallen and forgotten
But claim for kinship overbrimmed- like enough
the durberfields sought a degree of enlightenment
Ergo, set out the gentle damsel
not ware of awaiting venery
Paynim at heart, placed her distant hope
on the luminous motion of phoebus
that she felt at May-dance festive
Here betided an unforseen hysteria
plunging forth to doom her fate
Deflowered, yet not peccant
Was the brimming light absent
unable to witness her despoil?
Or did it remain impervious
to continue passing by as before?
For she is destined to suffer
as the pure woman ever
Ne’er did she plain over this unwanted fruit
Named him ‘sorrow’, christened him on her own
mayhap the holy-acres deserve not dispraisal
Verily she is neither a Magdalen nor a mooncalf
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