Thomas Hardy Poems

We two kept house, the Past and I,
The Past and I;
I tended while it hovered nigh,
Leaving me never alone.
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I come to interview a Voiceless ghost;
Whither, O whither will its whim now draw me?
Up the cliff, down, till I'm lonely, lost,
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I

Never a careworn wife but shows,
   If a joy suffuse her,
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"Men know but little more than we,
Who count us least of things terrene,
How happy days are made to be!
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My ardours for emprize nigh lost
Since Life has bared its bones to me,
I shrink to seek a modern coast
Whose riper times have yet to be;
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TO Jenny came a gentle youth
From inland leazes lone;
His love was fresh as apple-blooth
By Parrett, Yeo, or Tone.
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I
Only a man harrowing clods
In a slow silent walk
With an old horse that stumbles and nods
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Breathe not, hid Heart: cease silently,
And though thy birth-hour beckons thee,
Sleep the long sleep:
The Doomsters heap
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THOUGH I waste watches framing words to fetter
Some spirit to mine own in clasp and kiss,
Out of the night there looms a sense 'twere better
To fail obtaining whom one fails to miss.
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I

Last year I called this world of gain-givings
The darkest thinkable, and questioned sadly
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