 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
AT THE ROYAL ACADEMY
These summer landscapes—clump, and copse, and croft—
Woodland and meadowland—here hung aloft,
Gay with limp grass and leafery new and soft,
Woodland and meadowland—here hung aloft,
Gay with limp grass and leafery new and soft,
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Seem caught from the immediate season's yield
I saw last noonday shining over the field,
By rapid snatch, while still are uncongealed
I saw last noonday shining over the field,
By rapid snatch, while still are uncongealed
The saps that in their live originals climb;
Yester's quick greenage here set forth in mime
Just as it stands, now, at our breathing-time.
Yester's quick greenage here set forth in mime
Just as it stands, now, at our breathing-time.
But these young foils so fresh upon each tree,
Soft verdures spread in sprouting novelty,
Are not this summer's though they feign to be.
Soft verdures spread in sprouting novelty,
Are not this summer's though they feign to be.
Last year their May to Michaelmas term was run,
Last autumn browned and buried every one,
And no more know they sight of any sun.
Last autumn browned and buried every one,
And no more know they sight of any sun.
| Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | |