Thomas Hardy

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

Poems of Thomas Hardy

321. Welcome Home 4/10/2010
322. When I Set Out for Lyonnesse 1/3/2003
323. Winter in Durnover Field 1/4/2003
324. Without Ceremony 4/10/2010
325. Wives in the Sere 1/4/2003
326. Your Last Drive 4/10/2010
327. Zermat: To the Matterhorn (June-July, 1897) 1/4/2003
328. Zermatt to the Matterhorn. 1/1/2004

She, to Him, IV

This love puts all humanity from me;
I can but maledict her, pray her dead,
For giving love and getting love of thee—
Feeding a heart that else mine own had fed!

How much I love I know not, life not known,
Save as some unit I would add love by;
But this I know, my being is but thine own—
Fused from its separateness by ecstasy.

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