If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire
By bonds of every bond the best,
If hours be years. The twain are blest
Do eastern stars slope never west,
Nor pallid ashes follow fire:
If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire.

(C) Thomas Hardy
07/01/2019


Best Poems of Thomas Hardy

• Without Ceremony
• Fragment
• The Colour
• First Or Last (song)
• The Riddle
• Her Dilemma
• Heredity
• The Contretemps
• In A Cathedral City
• A Confession To A Friend In Trouble
• On The Tune Called The Old-hundred-and-fourth
• I Thought, My Heart
• Satires Of Circumstances In Fifteen Glimpses - Xiii On The Death-bed
• The Child And The Sage
• Jezreel
• A Broken Appointment
• The Dawn After The Dance
• Imaginings
• Her Song
• Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave?
• Her Love-birds