Satires of Circumstance, Lyrics and Reveries, with Miscellaneous Pieces. Томас Харди

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IN DEATH DIVIDED

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      I

      I shall rot here, with those whom in their day

       You never knew,

       And alien ones who, ere they chilled to clay,

       Met not my view,

       Will in your distant grave-place ever neighbour you.

      II

      No shade of pinnacle or tree or tower,

       While earth endures,

       Will fall on my mound and within the hour

       Steal on to yours;

       One robin never haunt our two green covertures.

      III

      Some organ may resound on Sunday noons

       By where you lie,

       Some other thrill the panes with other tunes

       Where moulder I;

       No selfsame chords compose our common lullaby.

      IV

      The simply-cut memorial at my head

       Perhaps may take

       A Gothic form, and that above your bed

       Be Greek in make;

       No linking symbol show thereon for our tale’s sake.

      V

      And in the monotonous moils of strained, hard-run

       Humanity,

       The eternal tie which binds us twain in one

       No eye will see

       Stretching across the miles that sever you from me.

THE PLACE ON THE MAP

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      I

      I look upon the map that hangs by me—

       Its shires and towns and rivers lined in varnished artistry—

       And I mark a jutting height

       Coloured purple, with a margin of blue sea.

      II

      —’Twas a day of latter summer, hot and dry;

       Ay, even the waves seemed drying as we walked on, she and I,

       By this spot where, calmly quite,

       She informed me what would happen by and by.

      III

      This hanging map depicts the coast and place,

       And resuscitates therewith our unexpected troublous case

       All distinctly to my sight,

       And her tension, and the aspect of her face.

      IV

      Weeks and weeks we had loved beneath that blazing blue,

       Which had lost the art of raining, as her eyes to-day had too,

       While she told what, as by sleight,

       Shot our firmament with rays of ruddy hue.

      V

      For the wonder and the wormwood of the whole

       Was that what in realms of reason would have joyed our double soul

       Wore a torrid tragic light

       Under order-keeping’s rigorous control.

      VI

      So, the map revives her words, the spot, the time,

       And the thing we found we had to face before the next year’s prime;

       The charted coast stares bright,

       And its episode comes back in pantomime.

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