At A Hasty Wedding Poem by Thomas Hardy

At A Hasty Wedding

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If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire
By bonds of every bond the best,
If hours be years. The twain are blest
Do eastern stars slope never west,
Nor pallid ashes follow fire:
If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Suryendu Chaudhury 15 November 2020

It reads like an excellent piece of poetry well wrought and equally well thought.

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Adeoluwa Balogun 13 September 2020

The blessedness of a nuptial union that is helped by nature is aptly captured here.

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Thomas Hardy

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