Thomas Hardy Poems

I said to Love,
"It is not now as in old days
When men adored thee and thy ways
   All else above;
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Between us now and here -
   Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
   Life's flushest feather -
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You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
Yet less for loss of your dear presence there
Than that I thus found lacking in your make
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I need not go
Through sleet and snow
To where I know
She waits for me;
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I leant upon a coppice gate,
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
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How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
- Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,
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AS evening shaped I found me on a moor
Which sight could scarce sustain:
The black lean land, of featureless contour,
Was like a tract in pain.
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They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
Uncoffined -- just as found:
His landmark is a kopje-crest
That breaks the veldt around:
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Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have set us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!
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I

I have lived with shades so long,
And talked to them so oft,
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