Thomas Hardy

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

Seventy-Four And Twenty - Poem by Thomas Hardy

Here goes a man of seventy-four,
Who sees not what life means for him,
And here another in years a score
Who reads its very figure and trim.

The one who shall walk to-day with me
Is not the youth who gazes far,
But the breezy wight who cannot see
What Earth's ingrained conditions are.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010

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