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Poem by Thomas Hardy


After the Death of a Friend


You died, and made but little of it! –
Why then should I, when called to doff it,
Drop, and renounce this worm-holed raiment,
Shrink edgewise off from its grey claimant?
Rather say, when I am Time-outrun,
As you did: Take me, and have done,
Inexorable, insatiate one!



Thomas Hardy


Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. The End of the Episode
  2. Thoughts of Phena
  3. The Young Churchwarden
  4. Transformations
  5. The Interloper


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