 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
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 | |