Thomas Hardy

Between Us Now – Thomas Hardy

Between Us Now – Thomas Hardy

Between us now and here – Two thrown together Who are not wont to wear Life’s flushest feather – Who see the scenes slide past, The daytimes dimming fast, Let there be truth at last, Even if despair. So thoroughly and long Have you now known me, So real in faith and strong Have I n... »

The Oxen

The Oxen

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. “Now they are all on their knees,” An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease. We pictured the meek mild creatures where They dwelt in their strawy pen, Nor did it occur to one of us there To doubt they were kneeling then. ... »

The Man He Killed

The Man He Killed

Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have set us down to wet Right many a nipperkin! But ranged as infantry, And staring face to face, I shot at him as he at me, And killed him in his place. I shot him dead because– Because he was my foe, Just so: my foe of course he was; Th... »

The Convergence Of The Twain

The Convergence Of The Twain

I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she. II Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires, Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres. III Over the mirrors meant To glass the opulent The sea-worm crawls-grote... »

Neutral Tones

Neutral Tones

We stood by a pond that winter day, And the sun was white, as though chidden of God, And a few leaves lay on the starving sod, –They had fallen from an ash, and were gray. Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove Over tedious riddles solved years ago; And some words played between us to and fro&... »

During Wind And Rain

During Wind And Rain

They sing their dearest songs– He, she, all of them–yea, Treble and tenor and bass. And one to play; With the candles mooning each face…. Ah, no; the years O! How the sick leaves reel down in throngs! They clear the creeping moss– Elders and juniors–aye, Making the path... »

Ah Are You Digging On My Grave

Ah Are You Digging On My Grave

“Ah, are you digging on my grave, My loved one? — planting rue?” — “No: yesterday he went to wed One of the brightest wealth has bred. ‘It cannot hurt her now,’ he said, ‘That I should not be true.'” “Then who is digging on my grave, My nea... »