A Spot
6/2/1840-1/11/1928
In years defaced and lost,
Two sat here, transport-tossed,
Lit by a living love
The wilted world knew nothing of:
Scared momently
By gaingivings,
Then hoping things
That could not be.
Of love and us no trace
Abides upon the place;
The sun and shadows wheel,
Season and season sereward steal;
Foul days and fair
Here, too, prevail,
And gust and gale
As everywhere.
But lonely shepherd souls
Who bask amid these knolls
May catch a faery sound
On sleepy noontides from the ground:
"O not again
Till Earth outwears
Shall love like theirs
Suffuse this glen!"
DayPoems Poem No. 1045
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1045.html">A Spot by Thomas Hardy</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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