Poems of the Past and the Present by Thomas Hardy
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To theeward fly: to thy locked sense
Explain none can Life's pending plan: Thou wilt thy ignorant entry make Though skies spout fire and blood and nations quake. V Fain would I, dear, find some shut plot Of earth's wide wold for thee, where not One tear, one qualm, Should break the calm. But I am weak as thou and bare; No man can change the common lot to rare. VI Must come and bide. And such are we - Unreasoning, sanguine, visionary - That I can hope Health, love, friends, scope In full for thee; can dream thou'lt find Joys seldom yet attained by humankind! TO FLOWERS FROM ITALY IN WINTER |
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