Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, BEFORE MY FRIEND ARRIVED, by THOMAS HARDY


Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

BEFORE MY FRIEND ARRIVED, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: I sat on the eve-lit weir
Last Line: The tower is dark on the sky.


I SAT on the eve-lit weir,
Which gurgled in sobs and sighs;
I looked across the meadows near
To the towered church on the rise.
Overmuch cause had my look!
I pulled out pencil and book,
And drew a white chalk mound,
Outthrown on the sepulchred ground.

Why did I pencil that chalk?
It was fetched from the waiting grave,
And would return there soon,
Of one who had stilled his walk
And sought oblivion's cave.
He was to come on the morrow noon
And take a good rest in the bed so hewn.

He came, and there he is now, although
This was a wondrous while ago.
And the sun still dons a ruddy dye;
The weir still gurgles nigh;
The tower is dark on the sky.





Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!


Other Poems of Interest...
Home: PoetryExplorer.net