Thomas Hardy

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

The Problem - Poem by Thomas Hardy

Shall we conceal the Case, or tell it -
   We who believe the evidence?
   Here and there the watch-towers knell it
   With a sullen significance,
Heard of the few who hearken intently and carry an eagerly upstrained
sense.

   Hearts that are happiest hold not by it;
   Better we let, then, the old view reign;
   Since there is peace in it, why decry it?
   Since there is comfort, why disdain?
Note not the pigment the while that the painting determines
humanity's joy and pain!


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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