THE RUINED MAID By Thomas Hardy


THE RUINED MAID

                                      Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

        " 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
        Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town?
        And whence such fair garments, such prosperi-ty?"--
        "O didn't you know I'd been ruined?" said she.
         
        "You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks,
        Tired of digging potatoes, and spudding up docks;
        And now you've gay bracelets and bright feathers three!"--
        "Yes: that's how we dress when we're ruined," said she.
         
        -- "At home in the barton you said `thee' and `thou,'
        And `thik oon,' and `theäs oon,' and `t'other'; but now
        Your talking quite fits 'ee for high compa-ny!"--
        "Some polish is gained with one's ruin," said she.
         
        -- "Your hands were like paws then, your face blue and bleak
        But now I'm bewitched by your delicate cheek,
        And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy!"--
        "We never do work when we're ruined," said she.
         
        -- "You used to call home-life a hag-ridden dream,
        And you'd sigh, and you'd sock; but at present you seem
        To know not of megrims or melancho-ly!"--
        "True. One's pretty lively when ruined," said she.
         
        -- "I wish I had feathers, a fine sweeping gown,
        And a delicate face, and could strut about Town!"--
        "My dear -- a raw country girl, such as you be,
        Cannot quite expect that. You ain't ruined," said she.