In Tenebris

Thomas HardyThomas Hardy

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Wintertime nighs;
But my bereavement-pain
It cannot bring again:
Twice no one dies.Flower-petals flee;
But since it once hath been,
No more that severing scene
Can harrow me.Birds faint in dread:
I shall not lose old strength
In the lone frost’s black length:
Strength long since fled!Leaves freeze to dun;
But friends cannot turn cold
This season as of old
For him with none.Tempests may scath;
But love cannot make smart
Again this year his heart
Who no heart hath.Black is night’s cope;
But death will not appal
One, who past doubtings all,
Waits in unhope.
Thomas Hardy
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Thomas Hardy

1840 - 1928/Male/EnglishA novelist and poet, Hardy wrote of tragic characters struggling against their passions and social circumstances.

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