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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In the Evening In Memoriam Frederici Treves, 1853–1923 (Dorchester Cemetery, 2 Jan. 1924) In the evening, when the world knew he was dead, He lay amid the dust and hoar Of ages; and to a spirit attending said: ‘This chalky bed? – I surely seem to have been here before?’ ‘O yes. You have been here. You knew the place, Substanced as you, long ere your call; And if you cared to do so you might trace In this gray space Your being, and the being of men all.’ Thereto said he: ‘Then why was I called away? I knew no trouble or discontent: Why did I not prolong my ancient stay Herein for aye?’ The spirit shook its head. ‘None knows: you went. ‘And though, perhaps, Time did not sign to you The need to go, dream-vision sees How Aesculapius’ phantom hither flew, With Galen’s, too, And his of Cos – plague-proof Hippocrates, ‘And beckoned you forth, whose skill had read as theirs, Maybe, had Science chanced to spell In their day, modern modes to stem despairs That mankind bears!... Enough. You have returned. And all is well.’ Thomas Hardy's other poems:
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