Poem by Thomas Hardy

«Sacred to the Memory»

     (Mary H.)

That ‘Sacred to the Memory’
Is clearly carven there I own,
And all may think that on the stone
The words have been inscribed by me
In bare conventionality.

They know not and will never know
That my full script is not confined
To that stone space, but stands deep lined
Upon the landscape high and low
Wherein she made such worthy show.

1. Lover to Mistress
2. The Sheep-Boy
3. The Seasons of Her Year
4. Over the Coffin
5. Our Old Friend Dualism

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