Thomas Hardy Poems

At last I entered a long dark gallery,
Catacomb-lined; and ranged at the side
Were the bodies of men from far and wide
Who, motion past, were nevertheless not dead.
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(E. L. G.)

BENEATH a knap where flown
Nestlings play,
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With Thoughts of Sergeant M---- (Pensioner), who died 185-

"WHY, Sergeant, stray on the Ivel Way,
As though at home there were spectres rife?
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At nine in the morning there passed a church,
At ten there passed me by the sea,
At twelve a town of smoke and smirch,
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My spirit will not haunt the mound
Above my breast,
But travel, memory-possessed,
To where my tremulous being found
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Where once we danced, where once we sang,
Gentlemen,
The floors are sunken, cobwebs hang,
And cracks creep; worms have fed upon
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I found me in a great surging space,
At either end a door,
And I said: "What is this giddying place,
With no firm-fixéd floor,
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I

Here's the mould of a musical bird long passed from light,
Which over the earth before man came was winging;
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I

I have risen again,
And awhile survey
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I

O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough -
Light in their loving as soldiers can be -
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