Expectation and Experience
"I
had a holiday once," said the woman—
Her
name I did not know—
"And
I thought that where I'd like to go,
Of
all the places for being jolly,
And
getting rid of melancholy,
Would
be to a good big fair:
And
I went. And it rained in torrents,
drenching
Every
horse, and sheep, and yeoman,
And
my shoulders, face, and hair;
And
I found that I was the single woman
In
the field—and looked quite odd there!
Everything
was spirit-quenching:
I
crept and stood in the lew of a wall
To
think, and could not tell at all
What
on earth made me plod there!"
Thomas
Hardy
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