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Poem by Thomas Hardy

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Nothing matters much, he said
Of something just befallen unduly:
He, then active, but now dead,
Truly, truly!

He knew the letter of the law
As voiced by those of wig and gown,
Whose slightest syllogistic flaw
He hammered down.

And often would he shape in word
That nothing needed much lamenting;
And she who sat there smiled and heard,
Sadly assenting.

Facing the North Sea now he lies,
Toward the red altar of the East,
The Flamborough roar his psalmodies,
The wind his priest.

And while I think of his bleak bed,
Of Time that builds, of Time that shatters,
Lost to all thought is he, who said
Nothing much matters.

Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. Zermatt: To the Matterhorn
  2. The Gap in the White
  3. The Absolute Explains
  4. Song to Aurore
  5. Rome: The Vatican: Sala delle Muse

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