Thomas Hardy

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

I Need Not Go - Poem by Thomas Hardy

I need not go
Through sleet and snow
To where I know
She waits for me;
She will wait me there
Till I find it fair,
And have time to spare
From company.

When I've overgot
The world somewhat,
When things cost not
Such stress and strain,
Is soon enough
By cypress sough
To tell my Love
I am come again.

And if some day,
When none cries nay,
I still delay
To seek her side,
(Though ample measure
Of fitting leisure
Await my pleasure)
She will not chide.

What--not upbraid me
That I delayed me,
Nor ask what stayed me
So long? Ah, no! -
New cares may claim me,
New loves inflame me,
She will not blame me,
But suffer it so.


Comments about I Need Not Go by Thomas Hardy

  • Gold Star - 29,058 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (2/22/2015 10:40:00 PM)

    Thomas Hardy's great work and it is so fine. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,747 Points Francis Lynch (2/23/2014 10:33:00 PM)

    The passage of years is evident, and the lover will one day lie side of his sured love. She is not with his company, he has not denied himself a life without her, and he is not ashamed of this. But, the one he loved will always be waiting. He needed go, time will eventually lead him there. Such subtle praise of our living world and one's regret to leave our sensual pleasures. Hardy. Gotta love the Jude in him. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,102 Points Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (2/23/2014 7:31:00 PM)

    Loved one lost but love looms large and lives! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 483 Points Stephen W (2/23/2014 6:16:00 PM)

    A clue! 'By cypress sough'. Cypresses are popular cemetery trees, by tradition. Almost certainly he is visiting a grave. She will not chide, but he wishes she still could. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 483 Points Stephen W (2/23/2014 6:12:00 PM)

    I agree that this is an ironic poem. It's possible the 'lover' is either not human, as some have suggested, or dead. He might be visiting a grave. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 866 Points Liliana ~el (2/23/2014 4:39:00 PM)

    Such certainty in the devotion and depth of love
    Assured, confident, leisurely (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 23 Points Thomas Vaughan Jones (2/23/2014 1:45:00 PM)

    Not to my personal taste. I'm afraid that this is what gets rhymers a bad name. The end rhymes are forced, the scansion non existent. He has written world famous novels and produced some fine poetry. There are better examples of his work elsewhere in PH. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 185 Points Vizard Dhawan (2/23/2014 7:03:00 AM)

    love this poem, though to my eye, the
    language drips with ironic intent. No
    long left love will simply excuse the
    litany of lies the central character
    rehearses to himself (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 13,308 Points Ramesh Rai (2/23/2014 4:20:00 AM)

    Loved reading the poem. Very soothing and enchanting. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 837 Points Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (2/23/2014 1:16:00 AM)

    Sleet and snow
    For the love we know
    Till love endures
    Even the after glow............

    I welcome all ye poets reading this to my page too....... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 233 Points Manonton Dalan (2/23/2012 1:14:00 PM)

    could be possible he was talking about
    his poetry? he was too busy writing stories. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Carlos Echeverria (2/23/2012 10:41:00 AM)

    A sweet, innocent touch to a carnal subject matter. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie iain Saunders (2/23/2012 3:05:00 AM)

    I love this poem, though to my eye, the language drips with ironic intent. No long left love will simply excuse the litany of lies the central character rehearses to himself. Of course she will 'upbraid' and 'blame' him, but he is so caught up in his 'company', his 'world' his 'stress and strain' that he pushes the romantic ideal his love seeks further aside - never abandoning it, for that would engender too much guilt, but simply procrastinating the idyllic moment 'by Cypress sough' (i.e. a scene underneath the gentle whistle of wind through the branches of a Cypress tree) that seem less and less real. The character's love is doomed, but he does not know it yet and the pathos in the last line 'but suffer it so' seems to reflect his future doom brought on by this way of thinking. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ossai Micheal (2/23/2011 10:54:00 PM)

    Too lovely. The poem is all abount a man that trust is lover to the call. Not minding the distance he still believe is love will wait. Unlike the love we have these days we hardly trust each other. But in these poem the love was exagerated. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Joey Valenzuela (2/23/2010 8:02:00 PM)

    yeah this is likely a waiting love....

    in the first stanza, it is presented that the narrator's sure that she waits for him...and though they're far he's sure he's still inlove with her....


    in the second stanza, the arrangement of words, according to the international english, is not quite bearable (although it's a poetic license) but the meaning is clear...

    the narrator tried to say that when she got tired of waiting him, he could present himself to her tell her he still love her, so that she may not think he'd forgotten her.

    third stanza is like presenting the power of the woman to chide him if he'd forgotten to visit her (though the truth is he missed her so)

    it's like the narrator is saying that he may get tired of waiting, or maybe they both could go tired of waiting and it's not their fault they can't blame themselves...maybe because they aggreed to wait each other, and they knew that their feelings may change along the way...


    hehehehe...that's my interpretation...hope i made sense... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Terence George Craddock (2/23/2010 10:13:00 AM)

    Beautiful simple flowing lines, apparently he is more casual in the relationship than she, however a hint of her displeasure if he takes her for granted, and his undecided feelings; give the future of the relationship an inquisitive contemplative open ending, the reader can wander in at will. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mariah Burns (2/23/2010 8:45:00 AM)

    This is beautiful.
    it inspires me to write.
    i love it.....!
    Good alliteration to (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Elliot Ahiator (2/23/2010 8:07:00 AM)

    regrettable beautiful, depicts hidden emotions in both lovers (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 26 Points Joseph Poewhit (2/23/2010 6:52:00 AM)

    Most women want attention from their lover. If cares take the place, you know? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kevin Straw (2/23/2010 6:00:00 AM)

    On the face of it an unpleasant poem. But it should be remembered that the person in the poem is not Hardy himself. The power of the poet is in his imaginative reach. He is able to reflect experiences he himself has not had. We do not think Shakespeare's amazing creation of a young girl in love in Romeo and Juliet is autobiographical. To infer autobiography from a poem is to mistake the nature of poetry. In this poem Hardy paints a picture of a type of man, not of himself. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 1, 2011


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