Thomas Hardy

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

Song Of Hope - Poem by Thomas Hardy

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O sweet To-morrow! -
   After to-day
   There will away
This sense of sorrow.
Then let us borrow
Hope, for a gleaming
Soon will be streaming,
   Dimmed by no gray -
   No gray!

While the winds wing us
   Sighs from The Gone,
   Nearer to dawn
Minute-beats bring us;
When there will sing us
Larks of a glory
Waiting our story
   Further anon -
   Anon!

Doff the black token,
   Don the red shoon,
   Right and retune
Viol-strings broken;
Null the words spoken
In speeches of rueing,
The night cloud is hueing,
   To-morrow shines soon -
   Shines soon!


Comments about Song Of Hope by Thomas Hardy

  • Sylva-onyema Uba (2/14/2017 7:39:00 PM)


    To-morrow shines soon-

    Well communicated!

    Sylva
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  • (3/12/2015 2:38:00 AM)


    Hardy's great poem ever likes (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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