Dora’s gone to Ireland <br />Through the sleet and snow; <br />Promptly she has gone there <br />In a ship, although <br />Why she’s gone to Ireland <br />Dora does not know. <br /> <br />That was where, yea, Ireland, <br />Dora wished to be: <br />When she felt, in lone times, <br />Shoots of misery, <br />Often there, in Ireland, <br />Dora wished to be. <br /> <br />Hence she’s gone to Ireland, <br />Since she meant to go, <br />Through the drift and darkness <br />Onward labouring, though <br />That she’s gone to Ireland <br />Dora does not know.<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-she-went-to-ireland/
