Thomas Hardy

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

At A Hasty Wedding - Poem by Thomas Hardy

If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire
By bonds of every bond the best,
If hours be years. The twain are blest
Do eastern stars slope never west,
Nor pallid ashes follow fire:
If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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