Thomas Hardy - Exeunt Omnes

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I Everybody else, then, going, And I still left where the fair was?… Much have I seen of neighbour loungers Making a lusty showing, Each now past all knowing. II There is an air of blankness In the street and the littered spaces; Thoroughfare, steeple, bridge and highway Wizen themselves to lankness; Kennels dribble dankness. III Folk all fade. And whither, As I wait alone where the fair was? Into the clammy and numbing night-fog Whence they entered hither. Soon one more goes thither! Thomas Hardy poemhunter.com/poem/exeunt-omnes/