Poem by Thomas Hardy

In the Garden

(M.H.)

We waited for the sun
To break its cloudy prison
(For day was not yet done,
And night still unbegun)
Leaning by the dial.

After many a trial –
We all silent there –
It burst as new-arisen,
Throwing a shade to where
Time travelled at that minute.

Little saw we in it,
But this much I know,
Of lookers on that shade,
Her towards whom it made
Soonest had to go.

1. The Hatband
2. The Milestone by the Rabbit-Burrow
3. Come Not; Yet Come!
4. The Aërolite
5. An Expostulation

Emily Dickinson In the Garden ("A bird came down the walk")

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