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.
Hardy (very well) read by Richard Burton, a Caedmon recording from 1961. I append four poems read by his barrel-chested friend and fellow Welshman Dylan Thomas (Caedmon & BBC (1952) Kindly seed.
In Tenebris 1 The Souls Of The Slain Shut Out That Moon Reminscences Of A Dancing Man Let Me Enjoy Channel Firing Beyond The Last Lamp Wessex Heights At Casterbridge Fair I. The Ballad Singer II. Former Beauties III. After The Club Dance IV. The Market-Girl V. The Inquiry VII. After The Fair "I Found Her Out There" The Voice After A Journey Weathers The Phantom Horse-Woman "She Charged Me" In The Servants' Quarters In The Study Timing Her Great Things Old Furniture The Sunshade At Castle Boterel (RB)
The Poetry of Thomas Hardy - 1 - Penguin Audiobooks The Poetry of Thomas Hardy - 2 - Love Poems The Poetry of Thomas Hardy - 3 - Alan Bates