Long Plighted
Is it worth while, dear, now,To call for bells, and sally forth arrayedFor marriage-rites—discussed, decried, delayedSo many years?
Is it worth while, dear, now,To stir desire for old fond purposings,By feints that Time still serves for dallyings,Though quittance nears?
Is it worth while, dear, whenThe day being so far spent, so low the sun,The undone thing will soon be as the done,And smiles as tears?
Is it worth while, dear, whenOur cheeks are worn, our early brown is gray;When, meet or part we, none says yea or nay,Or heeds, or cares?
Is it worth while, dear, sinceWe still can climb old Yell’ham’s wooded moundsTogether, as each season steals its roundsAnd disappears?
Is it worth while, dear, sinceAs mates in Mellstock churchyard we can lie,Till the last crash of all things low and highShall end the spheres?
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