Category: Hardy
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‘The Oxen’ by Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.“Now they are all on their knees,”An elder said as we sat in a flockBy the embers in hearthside ease. 4We pictured the meek mild creatures whereThey dwelt in their strawy pen,Nor did it occur to one of us thereTo doubt they were kneeling then. 8So fair a fancy…
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‘A Church Romance: Mellstock about 1835’ by Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)
She turned in the high pew, until her sightSwept the west gallery, and caught its rowOf music-men with viol, book and bowAgainst the sinking sad tower-window light. 4She turned again; and in her pride’s despiteOne strenuous viol’s inspirer seemed to throwA message from his string to her below,Which said, ‘I claim thee as my own…
Christian Poetry Considered 