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SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE WITH MISCELLANEOUS PIECES
by Thomas Hardy
Contents:
Lyrics and Reveries
In Front of the Landscape?Channel Firing?The Convergence of the Twain?The Ghost of the Past?After the Visit?To Meet, or Otherwise?The Difference?The Sun on the Bookcase?"When I set out for Lyonnesse"?A Thunderstorm in Town?The Torn Letter?Beyond the Last Lamp?The Face at the Casement?Lost Love?"My spirit will not haunt the mound"?"Wessex Heights?In Death divided?The Place on the Map?Where the Picnic was?The Schreckhorn?A Singer asleep?A Plaint to Man?God's Funeral?Spectres that grieve?"Ah, are you digging on my grave?"?Satires of Circumstance
At Tea?In Church?By her Aunt's Grave?In the Room of the Bride-elect?At the Watering-place?In the Cemetery?Outside the Window?In the Study?At the Altar-rail?In the Nuptial Chamber?In the Restaurant?At the Draper's?On the Death-bed?Over the Coffin?In the Moonlight?Self-unconscious?The Discovery?Tolerance?Before and after Summer?At Day-close in November?The Year's Awakening?Under the Waterfall?The Spell of the Rose?St. Launce's revisited?Poems of 1912-13-
The Going?Your Last Drive?The Walk?Rain on a Grace?"I found her out there"?Without Ceremony?Lament?The Haunter?The Voice?His Visitor?A Circular?A Dream or No?After a Journey?A Death-ray recalled?Beeny Cliff?At Castle Boterel?Places?The Phantom Horsewoman?Miscellaneous Pieces
The Wistful Lady?The Woman in the Rye?The Cheval-Glass?The Re-enactment?Her Secret?"She charged me"?The Newcomer's Wife?A Conversation at Dawn?A King's Soliloquy?The Coronation?Aquae Sulis?Seventy-four and Twenty?The Elopement?"I rose up as my custom is"?A Week?Had you wept?Bereft, she thinks she dreams?In the British Museum?In the Servants' Quarters?The Obliterate Tomb?"Regret not me"?The Recalcitrants?Starlings on the Roof?The Moon looks in?The Sweet Hussy?The Telegram?The Moth-signal?Seen by the Waits?The Two Soldiers?The Death of Regret?In the Days of Crinoline?The Roman Gravemounds?The Workbox?The Sacrilege?The Abbey Mason?The Jubilee of a Magazine?The Satin Shoes?Exeunt Omnes?A Poet?Postscript
"Men who march away"
IN FRONT OF THE LANDSCAPE
Plunging and labouring on in a tide of visions,
Dolorous and dear,?Forward I pushed my way as amid waste waters
Stretching around,?Through whose eddies there glimmered the customed landscape
Yonder and near,
Blotted to feeble mist. And the coomb and the upland
Foliage-crowned,?Ancient chalk-pit, milestone, rills in the grass-flat
Stroked by the light,?Seemed but a ghost-like gauze, and no substantial
Meadow or mound.
What were the infinite spectacles bulking foremost
Under my sight,?Hindering me to discern my paced advancement
Lengthening to miles;?What were the re-creations killing the daytime
As by the night?
O they were speechful faces, gazing insistent,
Some as with smiles,?Some as with slow-born tears that brinily trundled
Over the wrecked?Cheeks that were fair in their flush-time, ash now with anguish,
Harrowed by wiles.
Yes, I could see them, feel them, hear them, address them -
Halo-bedecked -?And, alas, onwards, shaken by fierce unreason,
Rigid in hate,?Smitten by years-long wryness born of misprision,
Dreaded, suspect.
Then there would breast me shining sights, sweet seasons
Further in date;?Instruments of strings with the tenderest passion
Vibrant, beside?Lamps long extinguished, robes, cheeks, eyes with the earth's crust
Now corporate.
Also there rose a headland of hoary aspect
Gnawed by the tide,?Frilled by the nimb of the morning as two friends stood there
Guilelessly glad -?Wherefore they knew not--touched by the fringe of an ecstasy
Scantly descried.
Later images too did the day unfurl me,
Shadowed and sad,?Clay cadavers of those who had shared in the