 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
THE HISTORY OF AN HOUR
Vain is the wish to try rhyming it, writing it!
Pen cannot weld into words what it was;
Time will be squandered in toil at inditing it;
Clear is the cause!
Pen cannot weld into words what it was;
Time will be squandered in toil at inditing it;
Clear is the cause!
Yea, 'twas too satiate with soul, too ethereal;
June-morning scents of a rose-bush in flower
Catch in a clap-net of hempen material;
So catch that hour!
June-morning scents of a rose-bush in flower
Catch in a clap-net of hempen material;
So catch that hour!
| Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | |