Thomas Hardy Poems

I am the family face;
Flesh perishes, I live on,
Projecting trait and trace
Through time to times anon,
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I

A shaded lamp and a waving blind,
And the beat of a clock from a distant floor:
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As I drive to the junction of lane and highway,
And the drizzle bedrenches the waggonette,
I look behind at the fading byway,
And see on its slope, now glistening wet,
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I
I saw a slowly-stepping train --
Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar --
Following in files across a twilit plain
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Beeny did not quiver,
Juliot grew not gray,
Thin Valency's river
Held its wonted way.
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I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry,
The day-tides many-shaped and hued;
I see the nightfall shades subtrude,
And hear the monotonous hours clang negligently by.
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O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea,
And the woman riding high above with bright hair flapping free-
The woman whom I loved so, and who loyally loved me.
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THEY sing their dearest songs--
He, she, all of them--yea,
Treble and tenor and bass.
And one to play;
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I towered far, and lo! I stood within
   The presence of the Lord Most High,
Sent thither by the sons of earth, to win
   Some answer to their cry.
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When I set out for Lyonnesse,
A hundred miles away,
The rime was on the spray,
And starlight lit my lonesomeness
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