Into his story of a simple but beautiful country girl’s seduction by another man which causes her husband to leave her on their wedding night and thereby precipitates a course of events that ends in murder, Hardy wove a luminous tenderness and longing. ‘I have never been able to put on paper all that she is, or was to me,’ he said.
In defying convention and making a milkmaid the subject of tragedy, Hardy gave rein to his feeling for landscape and rural life – its harshness, seasonal rhythms and reminders of death and resurrection – and endows them with a brooding symbolism and visionary beauty.
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