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The Sun On The Bookcase Post by :derekc Category :Poems Author :Thomas Hardy Date :December 2010 Read :3321

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The Sun On The Bookcase

(Student's Love-song)

 

Once more the cauldron of the sun
Smears the bookcase with winy red,
And here my page is, and there my bed,
And the apple-tree shadows travel along.
Soon their intangible track will be run,
And dusk grow strong
And they be fled.

Yes: now the boiling ball is gone,
And I have wasted another day . . .
But wasted--WASTED, do I say?
Is it a waste to have imaged one
Beyond the hills there, who, anon,
My great deeds done
Will be mine alway?


(The end)
Thomas Hardy's poem: Sun On The Bookcase

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