I LOOK INTO MY GLASS
by: Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)
- LOOK into
my glass,
- And view my wasting skin,
- And say, Would God it came to pass
- My heart had shrunk as thin!
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- For then, I, undistrest
- By hearts grown cold to me,
- Could lonely wait my endless rest
- With equanimity.
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- But Time, to make me grieve,
- Part steals, lets part abide;
- And shakes this fragile frame at eve
- With throbbings of noontide.
"I Look into my Glass"
is reprinted from Wessex Poems and Other Verses. Thomas
Hardy. New York: Harper, 1898. |
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