Thomas Hardy

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

To An Orphan Child - Poem by Thomas Hardy

A Whimsey

AH, child, thou art but half thy darling mother's;
Hers couldst thou wholly be,
My light in thee would outglow all in others;
She would relive to me.
But niggard Nature's trick of birth
Bars, lest she overjoy,
Renewal of the loved on earth
Save with alloy.

The Dame has no regard, alas, my maiden,
For love and loss like mine--
No sympathy with mind-sight memory-laden;
Only with fickle eyne.
To her mechanic artistry
My dreams are all unknown,
And why I wish that thou couldst be
But One's alone!

Comments about To An Orphan Child by Thomas Hardy

  • Rookie - 54 Points Ifegwu Victor (7/22/2015 5:50:00 AM)

    Half of thy darling mother..

    still enjoying that line.. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 35,452 Points Edward Kofi Louis (7/22/2015 5:01:00 AM)

    Save with alloy; with the muse of life. Nice work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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