The Darkling Thrush
Collected Poems of Thomas Hardy (London: Macmillan and Co., 1932): 137. PR 4741 F32 Robarts Library.
2 When Frost was spectre-gray,
3And Winter's dregs made desolate
4 The weakening eye of day.
7And all mankind that haunted nigh
8 Had sought their household fires.
9The land's sharp features seemed to be
10 The Century's corpse outleant,
11His crypt the cloudy canopy,
12 The wind his death-lament.
13The ancient pulse of germ and birth
14 Was shrunken hard and dry,
15And every spirit upon earth
16 Seemed fervourless as I.
18 The bleak twigs overhead
19In a full-hearted evensong
20 Of joy illimited;
21An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
22 In blast-beruffled plume,
23Had chosen thus to fling his soul
24 Upon the growing gloom.
25So little cause for carolings
26 Of such ecstatic sound
27Was written on terrestrial things
28 Afar or nigh around,
29That I could think there trembled through
30 His happy good-night air
31Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
32 And I was unaware.
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Poems of the Past and Present, 2nd edn. (1902 : London: Macmillan, 1903): 169-71. PR 4741 F03 Robarts Library
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