Poem by Thomas Hardy

The Tenant-for-Life

The sun said, watching my watering-pot:
‘Some morn you’ll pass away;
These flowers and plants I parch up hot –
Who’ll water them that day?

‘Those banks and beds whose shape your eye
Has planned in line so true,
New hands will change, unreasoning why
Such shape seemed best to you.

‘Within your house will strangers sit,
And wonder how first it came;
They’ll talk of their schemes for improving it,
And will not mention your name.

‘They’ll care not how, or when, or at what
You sighed, laughed, suffered here,
Though you feel more in an hour of the spot
Than they will feel in a year.

‘As I look on at you here, now,
Shall I look on at these;
But as to our old times, avow
No knowledge – hold my peace! . . . 

‘O friend, it matters not, I say;
Bethink ye, I have shined
On nobler ones than you, and they
Are dead men out of mind!’

1. The Supplanter
2. Afternoon Service at Mellstock
3. At the Word ‘Farewell’
4. The Children and Sir Nameless
5. Tragedian to Tragedienne

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