A Spot

By Thomas Hardy

6/2/1840-1/11/1928

In years defaced and lost,
         Two sat here, transport-tossed,
         Lit by a living love
The wilted world knew nothing of:
         Scared momently
         By gaingivings,
         Then hoping things
         That could not be.

         Of love and us no trace
         Abides upon the place;
         The sun and shadows wheel,
Season and season sereward steal;
         Foul days and fair
         Here, too, prevail,
         And gust and gale
         As everywhere.

         But lonely shepherd souls
         Who bask amid these knolls
         May catch a faery sound
On sleepy noontides from the ground:
         "O not again
         Till Earth outwears
         Shall love like theirs
         Suffuse this glen!"

DayPoems Poem No. 1045
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