On a Fine Morning

By Thomas Hardy

6/2/1840-1/11/1928


Whence comes Solace?--Not from seeing
What is doing, suffering, being,
Not from noting Life's conditions,
Nor from heeding Time's monitions;
         But in cleaving to the Dream,
         And in gazing at the gleam
         Whereby gray things golden seem.

II

Thus do I this heyday, holding
Shadows but as lights unfolding,
As no specious show this moment
With its irised embowment;
         But as nothing other than
         Part of a benignant plan;
         Proof that earth was made for man.

DayPoems Poem No. 1034
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