Let us off and search, and find a place <br />Where yours and mine can be natural lives, <br />Where no one comes who dissects and dives <br />And proclaims that ours is a curious case, <br />That its touch of romance can scarcely grace. <br /> <br /> <br />You would think it strange at first, but then <br />Everything has been strange in its time. <br />When some one said on a day of the prime <br />He would bow to no brazen god again <br />He doubtless dazed the mass of men. <br /> <br /> <br />None will recognize us as a pair whose claims <br />Righteous judgment we care not making; <br />Who have doubted if breath be worth the taking, <br />And have no respect for the current fames <br />Whence the savour has flown while abide the names. <br /> <br /> <br />We have found us already shunned, disdained, <br />And for re-acceptance have not once striven; <br />Whatever offence our course has given <br />The brunt thereof we have long sustained. <br />Well, let us away, scorned, unexplained.<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-recalcitrants/
