Thomas Hardy

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

Tolerance - Poem by Thomas Hardy

'It is a foolish thing,' said I,
'To bear with such, and pass it by;
Yet so I do, I know not why!'


And at each clash I would surmise
That if I had acted otherwise
I might have saved me many sighs.


But now the only happiness
In looking back that I possess -
Whose lack would leave me comfortless -


Is to remember I refrained
From masteries I might have gained,
And for my tolerance was disdained;


For see, a tomb. And if it were
I had bent and broke, I should not dare
To linger in the shadows there.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010



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