Poems of the Past and the Present by Thomas Hardy
page 96 of 148 (64%)
page 96 of 148 (64%)
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So little cause for carollings
Of such ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial things Afar or nigh around, That I could think there trembled through His happy good-night air Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew And I was unaware. December 1900. THE COMET AT YALBURY OR YELL'HAM I It bends far over Yell'ham Plain, And we, from Yell'ham Height, Stand and regard its fiery train, So soon to swim from sight. II It will return long years hence, when As now its strange swift shine Will fall on Yell'ham; but not then On that sweet form of thine. |
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