 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
THE PEACE-OFFERING
It was but a little thing,
Yet I knew it meant to me
Ease from what had given a sting
To the very birdsinging
Latterly.
Yet I knew it meant to me
Ease from what had given a sting
To the very birdsinging
Latterly.
But I would not welcome it;
And for all I then declined
O the regrettings infinite
When the night-processions flit
Through the mind!
And for all I then declined
O the regrettings infinite
When the night-processions flit
Through the mind!
| Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | |