Thomas Hardy Poems
|321.||The Darkling Thrush||12/31/2002|
|322.||"How Great My Grief" (Triolet)||1/4/2003|
|323.||I Need Not Go||1/4/2003|
|324.||"Between Us Now"||1/4/2003|
|325.||"I Said To Love"||1/4/2003|
|326.||A Broken Appointment||1/3/2003|
A Broken Appointment
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
That high compassion which can overbear
Reluctance for pure lovingkindness' sake
Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,
You did not come.
You love not me,
And love alone can lend you loyalty;
-I know and knew it. But, unto the store
Of human deeds divine in all but name,
Was it not worth a little hour or more
To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came
To soothe a time-torn man; even ...
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.