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During Wind And Rain | Poem by Thomas Hardy

They sing their dearest songs --
He, she, all of them -- yea,
Treble and tenor and bass,
And one to play;
With the candles mooning each face.
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Ah, no; the years O!
How the sick leaves reel down in throngs!

They clear the creeping moss --
Elders and juniors -- aye,
Making the pathways neat
And the garden gay;
And they build a shady seat.
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Ah, no; the years, the years;
See, the white storm-birds wing across!

They are blithely breakfasting all --
Men and maidens -- yea,
Under the summer tree,
With a glimpse of the bay,
While pet fowl come to the knee.
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Ah, no; the years O!
And the rotten rose is ript from the wall.


They change to a high new house,
He, she, all of them -- aye,
Clocks and carpets and chairs
On the lawn all day,
And brightest things that are theirs.
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Ah, no; the years, the years;
Down their carved names the rain-drop ploughs.


Thomas Hardy - Poet | Academy of American Poets
Thomas Hardy - Wikipedia
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