Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE TUNE CALLED THE OLD-HUNDRED-AND-FOURTH, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: We never sang together Last Line: Before our sands had run? | ||||||||
WE never sang together Ravenscroft's terse old tune On Sundays or on weekdays, In sharp or summer weather, At night-time or at noon. Why did we never sing it, Why never so incline On Sundays or on weekdays, Even when soft wafts would wing it From your far floor to mine? Shall we that tune, then, never Stand voicing side by side On Sundays or on weekdays?. . . Or shall we, when for ever In Sheol we abide, Sing it in desolation, As we might long have done On Sundays or on weekdays With love and exultation Before our sands had run? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEN WHO MARCH AWAY' (SONG OF THE SOLDIERS) by THOMAS HARDY A BROKEN APPOINTMENT by THOMAS HARDY A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY; CHRISTMAS-EVE 1899 by THOMAS HARDY A THOUGHT IN TWO MOODS by THOMAS HARDY A THUNDERSTORM IN TOWN by THOMAS HARDY A TRAMPWOMAN'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS HARDY A WIFE IN LONDON by THOMAS HARDY ACCORDING TO THE MIGHTY WORKING by THOMAS HARDY |
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