In tenebris
Thomas Hardy
Percussus sum sicut foenum,
et aruit cor meum.
[Salmos 101: 5.]
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 can not turn cold
This season as of old
For
him with none.
Tempests
may scath;
But love can not 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.
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