 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
HER APOTHEOSIS
(FADED WOMAN'S SONG)
“Secretum meum mihi”
There were years vague of measure
Needless the asking when;
No honours, praises, pleasure
Reached common maids from men.
Needless the asking when;
No honours, praises, pleasure
Reached common maids from men.
And hence no lures bewitched them,
No hand was stretched to raise,
No gracious gifts enriched them,
No voices sang their praise.
No hand was stretched to raise,
No gracious gifts enriched them,
No voices sang their praise.
Yet an iris at that season
Amid the accustomed slight
From denseness, dull unreason,
Ringed me with living light.
Amid the accustomed slight
From denseness, dull unreason,
Ringed me with living light.
| Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | |