UNREALIZED
By Thomas Hardy
Down comes the winter rain -
Spoils my hat and bow -
Runs into the poll of me;
But mother wo n't know.
We've been out and caught a cold,
Knee-deep in snow;
Such a lucky thing it is
That mother wo n't know!
Rosy lost herself last night -
Could n't tell where to go.
Yes — it rather frightened her,
But mother did n't know.
Somebody made Willy drunk
At the Christmas show:
O‘ twas fun! It's well for him
That mother wo n't know!
Howsoever wild we are,
Late at school or slow,
Mother wo n't be cross with us,
Mother wo n't know.
How we cried the day she died!
Neighbours whispering low...
But we now do what we will -
Mother wo n't know.