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!

1. To Carrey Clavel
2. Squire Hooper
3. The Vampirine Fair
4. O I Won’t Lead a Homely Life
5. The Fight on Durnover Moor

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