 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
LET ME ENJOY
I
Let me enjoy the earth no lessBecause the all-enacting Might
That fashioned forth its loveliness
Had other aims than my delight.
II
About my path there flits a Fair,Who throws me not a word or sign;
I'll charm me with her ignoring air,
And laud the lips not meant for mine.
III
From manuscripts of moving songInspired by scenes and dreams unknown
I'll pour out raptures that belong
To others, as they were my own.
IV
And some day hence, towards ParadiseAnd all its blest—if such should be—
I will lift glad, afar-off eyes,
Though it contain no place for me.
| Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | |