Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | ||
THE AGED NEWSPAPER SOLILOQUIZES
Yes; yes; I am old. In me appearsThe history of a hundred years;
Empires', kings', captives', births and deaths,
Strange faiths, and fleeting shibboleths.
—Tragedy, comedy, throngs my page
Beyond all mummed on any stage:
Cold hearts beat hot, hot hearts beat cold,
And I beat on. Yes; yes; I am old.
Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | ||