Middle-Age Enthusiasms

Thomas Hardy 1840 (Stinsford) – 1928 (Dorchester, Dorset)



To M. H.

        WE passed where flag and flower
        Signalled a jocund throng;
        We said: "Go to, the hour
        Is apt!"--and joined the song;
     And, kindling, laughed at life and care,
     Although we knew no laugh lay there.

        We walked where shy birds stood
        Watching us, wonder-dumb;
        Their friendship met our mood;
        We cried: "We'll often come:
     We'll come morn, noon, eve, everywhen!"
     --We doubted we should come again.

        We joyed to see strange sheens
        Leap from quaint leaves in shade;
        A secret light of greens
        They'd for their pleasure made.
     We said: "We'll set such sorts as these!"
     --We knew with night the wish would cease.

        "So sweet the place," we said,
        "Its tacit tales so dear,
        Our thoughts, when breath has sped,
        Will meet and mingle here!"...
     "Words!" mused we. "Passed the mortal door,
     Our thoughts will reach this nook no more."

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on May 03, 2023

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Scheme X ABABCC XDXDEE FGFGXX HXHXII
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 966
Words 153
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 1, 6, 6, 6, 6

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