Bless thy simplicity, Tess - Thomas Hardy

She was in person full-limbed and somewhat heavy; without ruddiness, as without pallor; and soft to the touch as a cloud. To see her hair was to fancy that a whole winter did not contain darkness enough to form its shadow: it closed over her forehead like nightfall extinguishing the western glow.

We two kept house, the Past and I, The Past and I; I tended while it hovered nigh, Leaving me never alone.

This is the weather the shepherd shuns, And so do I.