 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
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THE ANNOUNCEMENT
They came, the brothers, and took two chairs
In their usual quiet way;
And for a time we did not think
They had much to say.
In their usual quiet way;
And for a time we did not think
They had much to say.
And they began and talked awhile
Of ordinary things,
Till spread that silence in the room
A pent thought brings.
Of ordinary things,
Till spread that silence in the room
A pent thought brings.
And then they said: “The end has come.
Yes: it has come at last.”
And we looked down, and knew that day
A spirit had passed.
Yes: it has come at last.”
And we looked down, and knew that day
A spirit had passed.
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