Poem by Thomas Hardy

The Occultation

When the cloud shut down on the morning shine,
And darkened the sun,
I said, ‘So ended that joy of mine
Years back begun.’

But day continued its lustrous roll
In upper air;
And did my late irradiate soul
Live on somewhere?

1. Genitrix Laesa
2. Song from Heine
3. Timing Her
4. Life and Death at Sunrise
5. The Aërolite

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