 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
THE CHIMES PLAY “LIFE'S A BUMPER!”
“Awake! I'm off to cities far away,”
I said; and rose, on peradventures bent.
The chimes played “Life's a Bumper!” long that day
To the measure of my walking as I went:
Their sweetness frisked and floated on the lea,
As they played out “Life's a Bumper!” there to me.
I said; and rose, on peradventures bent.
The chimes played “Life's a Bumper!” long that day
To the measure of my walking as I went:
Their sweetness frisked and floated on the lea,
As they played out “Life's a Bumper!” there to me.
“Awake!” I said. “I go to take a bride!”
—The sun arose behind me ruby-red
As I journeyed townwards from the countryside,
The chiming bells saluting near ahead.
Their sweetness swelled in tripping tings of glee
As they played out “Life's a Bumper!” there to me.
—The sun arose behind me ruby-red
As I journeyed townwards from the countryside,
The chiming bells saluting near ahead.
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As they played out “Life's a Bumper!” there to me.
“Again arise.” I seek a turfy slope,
And go forth slowly on an autumn noon,
And there I lay her who has been my hope,
And think, “O may I follow hither soon!”
While on the wind the chimes come cheerily,
Playing out “Life's a Bumper!” there to me.
And go forth slowly on an autumn noon,
And there I lay her who has been my hope,
And think, “O may I follow hither soon!”
While on the wind the chimes come cheerily,
Playing out “Life's a Bumper!” there to me.
1913.
| Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | |