Poem by Thomas Hardy

The Sun on the Letter

I drew the letter out, while gleamed
The sloping sun from under a roof
Of cloud whose verge rose visibly.

The burning ball flung rays that seemed
Stretched like a warp without a woof
Across the levels of the lea

To where I stood, and where they beamed
As brightly on the page of proof
That she had shown her false to me

As if it had shown her true – had teemed
With passionate thought for my behoof
Expressed with their own ardency!

1. Silences
2. The Bad Example
3. On the Tune Called the Old-Hundred-and-Fourth
4. The Three Tall Men
5. A Victorian Rehearsal

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