His Immortality
6/2/1840-1/11/1928
I
I saw a dead man's finer part
Shining within each faithful heart
Of those bereft. Then said I: "This must be
His immortality."
II
I looked there as the seasons wore,
And still his soul continuously upbore
Its life in theirs. But less its shine excelled
Than when I first beheld.
III
His fellow-yearsmen passed, and then
In later hearts I looked for him again;
And found him--shrunk, alas! into a thin
And spectral mannikin.
IV
Lastly I ask--now old and chill -
If aught of him remain unperished still;
And find, in me alone, a feeble spark,
Dying amid the dark.
DayPoems Poem No. 1050
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1050.html">His Immortality by Thomas Hardy</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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