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THE OCCULTATION |
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THE OCCULTATION
When the cloud shut down on the morning shine,
And darkened the sun,
I said, “So ended that joy of mine
Years back begun.”
And darkened the sun,
I said, “So ended that joy of mine
Years back begun.”
But day continued its lustrous roll
In upper air;
And did my late irradiate soul
Live on somewhere?
In upper air;
And did my late irradiate soul
Live on somewhere?
![]() | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | ![]() |