Poem by Thomas Hardy

Premonitions

‘The bell went heavy to-day
At afternoon service, they say,
And a screech-owl cried in the boughs,
And a raven flew over the house,
And Betty’s old clock with one hand,
That’s worn out, as I understand,
And never goes now, never will,
Struck twelve when the night was dead still,
Just as when my last loss came to me. . . .
Ah! I wonder who next it will be!’

1. Often When Warring
2. The Prophetess
3. ‘A Gentleman’s Second-Hand Suit’
4. They Are Great Trees
5. The Hatband

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