Thomas Hardy

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

In A Museum - Poem by Thomas Hardy


Here's the mould of a musical bird long passed from light,
Which over the earth before man came was winging;
There's a contralto voice I heard last night,
That lodges with me still in its sweet singing.


Such a dream is Time that the coo of this ancient bird
Has perished not, but is blent, or will be blending
Mid visionless wilds of space with the voice that I heard,
In the full-fuged song of the universe unending.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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