Thomas Hardy Poems

Thy shadow, Earth, from Pole to Central Sea,
Now steals along upon the Moon's meek shine
In even monochrome and curving line
Of imperturbable serenity.
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I

   "O Lord, why grievest Thou? -
   Since Life has ceased to be
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I

They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
   Uncoffined--just as found:
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A dream of mine flew over the mead
   To the halls where my old Love reigns;
And it drew me on to follow its lead:
   And I stood at her window-panes;
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I

   I saw a dead man's finer part
Shining within each faithful heart
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I

If seasons all were summers,
And leaves would never fall,
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Who were the twain that trod this track
So many times together
Hither and back,
In spells of certain and uncertain weather?
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'There is not much that I can do,
For I've no money that's quite my own!'
Spoke up the pitying child--
A little boy with a violin
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I'm Smith of Stoke aged sixty odd
I've lived without a dame all my life
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I

There is a house with ivied walls,
And mullioned windows worn and old,
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