wonderful structure. not to mention, well, everything else
KS
On 19/12/2007, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Thomas Hardy
>
>
> 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 pathways neat
> And the garden gay;
> And they build a shady seat....
> Ah, no; the years, the years;
> See, the white storm-birds wing across!
>
> They are blithely breakfasting all--
> Men and maidens - yea,
> Under the summer tree,
> With a glimpse of the bay,
> While pet fowl come to the knee....
> Ah, no; the years O!
> And the rotten rose is ripped from the wall.
>
> They change to a high new house,
> He, she, all of them - aye,
> Clocks and carpets and chairs
> On the lawn all day,
> And brightest things that are theirs....
> Ah, no; the years, the years;
> Down their carved names the raindrop plows.
>
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