I saw him steal the light away That haunted in her eye: It went so gently none could say More than that it was there one day And missing by-and-by. I watched her longer, and he stole Her lily tincts and rose; All her young sprightliness of soul Next fell beneath his cold control, And disappeared like those. I asked: "Why do you serve her so? Do you, for some glad day, Hoard these her sweets -- ?" He said, "O no, They charm not me; I bid Time throw Them carelessly away." Said I: "We call that cruelty - We, your poor mortal kind." He mused. "The thought is new to me. Forsooth, though I men's master be, Theirs is the teaching mind!"
- by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928), "God's education", appears in Time's Laughingstocks and Other Verses, first published 1909 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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