Beeny did not quiver,
Juliot grew not gray,
Thin Valency's river
Held its wonted way.
Bos seemed not to utter
Dimmest note of dirge,
Targan mouth a mutter
To its creamy surge.
Yet though these, unheeding,
Listless, passed the hour
Of her spirit's speeding,
She had, in her flower,
Sought and loved the places -
Much and often pined
For their lonely faces
When in towns confined.
Why did not Valency
In his purl deplore
One whose haunts were whence he
Drew his limpid store?
Why did Bos not thunder
Targan apprehend
Body and breath were sunder
Of their former friend?
Congratulations on the choice of Poem Hunter and Team, aptly worded by Thomas Hardy, I can feel the very sadness in this aptly worded poem about a Death Day
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-provoking poemAfter having read this very sad poem, I can feel the very sadness and melancholy in the poet's mind, which resulted in this thought provoking pioem. Thank you so much for sharing