Amabel-King Crimson

[00:05.64]Amabel by Thomas Hardy(excerpt) [00:21.54]I maked her ruined hues, [00:24.20]her custom-straitened views, [00:26.59]and asked, “Can there indwell my Amabel?” [00:32.72]I looked upon her gown, [00:34.82]once rose, now earthen brown; [00:38.85]The change was like the knell of Amabel. [00:44.70]Her step’s mechanic ways [00:46.98]had lost the life of May's; [00:50.07]Her laugh, once sweet in swell,spoilt Amabel. [00:59.67]I mused: “Who sings the strain [01:03.01]I sang ere warmth did wane? [01:05.82]Who thinks its numbers spell his Amabel?” [01:11.83]‘Till the Last Trump, farewell,O Amabel!’ [01:22.41]1865