The Self-Unseeing
by Thomas Hardy
Here is the ancient floor,
Footworn and hollowed and thin,
Here was the former door
Where the dead feet walked in.
She sat here in her chair,
Smiling into the fire;
He who played stood there,
Bowing it higher and higher.
Childlike, I danced in a dream;
Blessings emblazoned that day;
Everything glowed with a gleam;
Yet we were looking away!
1
Select the correct answer.
What is the theme of the poem?
A.
Look before you leap.
B.
Necessity creates an appreciation for simplicity.
C.
Let the past be the past.
D.
Memories provide opportunities for gratitude