Revulsion by Thomas Hardy Winning love we win the risk of losing, and losing love is as one's life were riven; It cuts to cede what was superfluously given. Let me then never feel the fateful thrilling that devastates the love-worn wooer's frame, the hot ado of fevered hopes, the chilling that agonizes disappointed aim. and my heart's table bear no woman's name.
[00:02.87]Revulsion by Thomas Hardy [00:23.04]Winning love we win the risk of losing, [00:27.01]and losing love is as one's life were riven; [00:31.93]It cuts to cede what was superfluously given. [00:39.50]Let me then never feel the fateful thrilling [00:43.40]that devastates the love-worn wooer's frame, [00:48.47]the hot ado of fevered hopes, [00:51.70]the chilling that agonizes disappointed aim. [00:56.77]and my heart's table bear no woman's name.
