 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
A WISH FOR UNCONSCIOUSNESS
If I could but abideAs a tablet on a wall,
Or a hillock daisy-pied,
Or a picture in a hall,
And as nothing else at all,
I should feel no doleful achings,
I should hear no judgment-call,
Have no evil dreams or wakings,
No uncouth or grisly care;
In a word, no cross to bear.
| Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | |