Poem by Thomas Hardy

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Freed the fret of thinking,
Light of lot were we,
Song with service linking
Like to bird or bee:
Chancing bale unblinking,
Freed the fret of thinking
On mortality!

Had not thought-endowment
Beings ever known,
What Life once or now meant
None had wanted shown –
Measuring but the moment –
Had not thought-endowment
Caught Creation’s groan!

Loosed from wrings of reason,
We might blow like flowers,
Sense of Time-wrought treason
Would not then be ours
In and out of season;
Loosed from wrings of reason
We should laud the Powers!

1. The End of the Episode
2. The Chimes Play ‘Life’s a Bumper!’
3. Saying Good-bye
4. Nobody Comes
5. The Aërolite

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