 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
WHEN DEAD
TO ------
It will be much better when
I am under the bough;
I shall be more myself, Dear, then,
Than I am now.
I am under the bough;
I shall be more myself, Dear, then,
Than I am now.
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No sign of querulousness
To wear you out
Shall I show there: strivings and stress
Be quite without.
To wear you out
Shall I show there: strivings and stress
Be quite without.
This fleeting life-brief blight
Will have gone past
When I resume my old and right
Place in the Vast.
Will have gone past
When I resume my old and right
Place in the Vast.
And when you come to me
To show you true,
Doubt not I shall infallibly
Be waiting you.
To show you true,
Doubt not I shall infallibly
Be waiting you.
| Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | |