Thomas Hardy

(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928 / Dorchester / England)

Architectural Masks - Poem by Thomas Hardy


There is a house with ivied walls,
And mullioned windows worn and old,
And the long dwellers in those halls
Have souls that know but sordid calls,
And dote on gold.


In a blazing brick and plated show
Not far away a 'villa' gleams,
And here a family few may know,
With book and pencil, viol and bow,
Lead inner lives of dreams.


The philosophic passers say,
'See that old mansion mossed and fair,
Poetic souls therein are they:
And O that gaudy box! Away,
You vulgar people there.'

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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