HE 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
Leaning against a wormy poppy-head, So wan and worn that he could sc...
I said to Love,"It is not now as in old
When men adored thee and thy ways All else above;
Named thee the Boy, the Bright, the
Who spread a heaven beneath the sun," I said to Love
AM Dewy,
Tranter Reuben,
Farmer Ledlow late at plough, Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's, And the Squire, and Lady Susan, lie in Mellstock churchyard now
"Gone," I call them, gone for good, that group of local hearts and...
AS a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter night, and sought a gate— The home, by Fate, Of one I had long held dear
And there, as I paused by her tenement, And the trees shed on me their r...
Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent
With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk
Only a thin smoke without flame From the heaps of couch-grass;
Yet this will go onward the same Though Dynasties pass...
At nine in the morning there passed a church,
At ten there passed me by the sea,
At twelve a town of smoke and smirch,
At two a forest of oak and birch,
I
OK into my glass, And view my wasting skin, And say, "Would God it came to pass My heart had shrunk as thin
" For then,
I, undistrest By hearts grown cold to me, Could lonely wait my endless rest With equanimity...
That night your great guns, unawares,
Shook all our coffins as we lay,
And broke the chancel window-squares,
We thought it was the Judgment-day And sat upright
In our heart of hearts
Victory crown the just,
And that braggarts
Surely bite the dust,
UR troubles shrink not, though I feel them less Here, far away, than when I tarried near; I even smile old smiles—with listlessness— Yet smiles they are, not ghastly mockeries mere
A thought too strange to house within my brain Haunting its o...
They throw in Drummer Hodge, to
Uncoffined — just as found:
His landmark is a
That breaks the veldt around:
If but some vengeful god would call to me From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing, Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy, That thy love's loss is my hate's profiting
" Then would I bear, and clench myself, and die, Steeled by...