Thomas Hardy Poems

Wintertime nighs;
But my bereavement-pain
It cannot bring again:
Twice no one dies.
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That mirror
Which makes of men a transparency,
Who holds that mirror
And bids us such a breast-bare spectacle see
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(at a Cathedral Service)

THAT from this bright believing band
An outcast I should be,
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I

In a solitude of the sea
Deep from human vanity,
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THE two were silent in a sunless church,
Whose mildewed walls, uneven paving-stones,
And wasted carvings passed antique research;
And nothing broke the clock's dull monotones.
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A Load of brushes and baskets and cradles and chairs
Labours along the street in the rain:
With it a man, a woman, a pony with whiteybrown hairs. --
The man foots in front of the horse with a shambling sway
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I

I would that folk forgot me quite,
   Forgot me quite!
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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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Here we broached the Christmas barrel,
Pushed up the charred log-ends;
Here we sang the Christmas carol,
And called in friends.
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I

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