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Poem by Thomas Hardy

The Something that Saved Him

It was when
Whirls of thick waters laved me
Again and again,
That something arose and saved me;
Yea, it was then.

In that day
Unseeing the azure went I
On my way,
And to white winter bent I,
Knowing no May.

Reft of renown,
Under the night clouds beating
Up and down,
In my needfulness greeting
Cit and clown.

Long there had been
Much of a murky colour
In the scene,
Dull prospects meeting duller;
Nought between.

Last, there loomed
A closing-in blind alley,
Though there boomed
A feeble summons to rally
Where it gloomed.

The clock rang;
The hour brought a hand to deliver;
I upsprang,
And looked back at den, ditch and river,
And sang.

Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. Silences
  2. The Bad Example
  3. On the Tune Called the Old-Hundred-and-Fourth
  4. A Victorian Rehearsal
  5. The MonthТs Calendar

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