Time's Laughingstocks and Other Verses by Thomas Hardy
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Where all is gentle, true and just,
And darkness is unknown?" My heart was anguished for their sake, I could not frame a word; And they descried my sunken face, And seemed to read therein, and trace The news that pity would not break, Nor truth leave unaverred. And as I silently retired I turned and watched them still, And they came helter-skelter out, Driven forward like a rabble rout Into the world they had so desired By the all-immanent Will. 1905. THE MAN HE KILLED "Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have sat us down to wet Right many a nipperkin! |
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