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Poem by Thomas Hardy


Intra Sepulchrum


What curious things we said,
What curious things we did
Up there in the world we walked till dead,
Our kith and kin amid!

How we played at love,
And its wildness, weakness, woe;
Yes, played thereat far more than enough
As it turned out, I trow!

Played at believing in gods
And observing the ordinances,
I for your sake in impossible codes
Right ready to acquiesce.

Thinking our lives unique,
Quite quainter than usual kinds,
We held that we could not abide a week
The tether of typic minds.

Ц Yet people who day by day
Pass by and look at us
From over the wall in a casual way
Are of this unconscious;

And feel, if anything,
That none can be buried here
Removed from commonest fashioning,
Or lending note to a bier:

No twain who in heart-heaves proved
Themselves at all adept,
Who more than many laughed and loved,
Who more than many wept,

Or were as sprites or elves
Into blind matter hurled,
Or ever could have been to themselves
The centre of the world.



Thomas Hardy


Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. At the Aquatic Sports
  2. On the Tune Called the Old-Hundred-and-Fourth
  3. The Seven Times
  4. An Ancient to Ancients
  5. Genitrix Laesa


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