Poem by Thomas Hardy

Epitaph

I never cared for Life: Life cared for me,
And hence I owed it some fidelity.
It now says, ‘Cease; at length thou hast learnt to grind
Sufficient toll for an unwilling mind,
And I dismiss thee – not without regard
That thou didst ask no ill-advised reward,
Nor sought in me much more than thou couldst find.’

1. Last Look round St Martin’s Fair
2. The Aërolite
3. An Expostulation
4. That Kiss in the Dark
5. Boys Then and Now

Donald Blanding Epitaph ("Do not carve on stone or wood")

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