English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In Time of Wars and Tumults. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

In Time of Wars and Tumults

‘Would that I’d not drawn breath here!’ some one said,
‘To stalk upon this stage of evil deeds,
Where purposelessly month by month proceeds
A play so sorely shaped and blood-bespread.’

Yet had his spark not quickened, but lain dead
To the gross spectacles of this our day,
And never put on the proffered cloak of clay,
He had but known not things now manifested;

Life would have swirled the same. Morns would have dawned
On the uprooting by the night-gun’s stroke
Of what the yester noonshine brought to flower;

Brown martial brows in dying throes have wanned
Despite his absence; hearts no fewer been broke
By Empery’s insatiate lust of power.

1915

Thomas Hardy’s other poems:

1. The Two Houses
2. The Nettles
3. The Inscription
4. The Weary Walker
5. The Echo-Elf Answers

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