Dora-s gone to Ireland
Through the sleet and snow;
Promptly she has gone there
In a ship, although
Why she-s gone to Ireland
Dora does not know.
That was where, yea, Ireland,
Dora wished to be:
When she felt, in lone times,
Shoots of misery,
Often there, in Ireland,
Dora wished to be.
Hence she-s gone to Ireland,
Since she meant to go,
Through the drift and darkness
Onward labouring, though
That she-s gone to Ireland
Dora does not know.
How She Went To Ireland
Thomas Hardy
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