Thomas Hardy

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

On A Fine Morning - Poem by Thomas Hardy

Whence comes Solace?--Not from seeing
What is doing, suffering, being,
Not from noting Life's conditions,
Nor from heeding Time's monitions;
   But in cleaving to the Dream,
   And in gazing at the gleam
   Whereby gray things golden seem.

II

Thus do I this heyday, holding
Shadows but as lights unfolding,
As no specious show this moment
With its irised embowment;
   But as nothing other than
   Part of a benignant plan;
   Proof that earth was made for man.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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