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At An Inn

by Thomas Hardy

−0.2832 − 0.8576i

Drawing the boundary…

Songs of Experience Introduction

by William Blake

−0.2858 − 0.8634i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

At An Inn

by Thomas Hardy

When we as strangers sought
       Their catering care,
    Veiled smiles bespoke their thought
       Of what we were.
    They warmed as they opined
       Us more than friends—
    That we had all resigned
       For love's dear ends.

    And that swift sympathy
       With living love
    Which quicks the world—maybe
       The spheres above,
    Made them our ministers,
       Moved them to say,
    "Ah, God, that bliss like theirs
       Would flush our day!"

    And we were left alone
       As Love's own pair;
    Yet never the love-light shone
       Between us there!
    But that which chilled the breath
       Of afternoon,
    And palsied unto death
       The pane-fly's tune.

    The kiss their zeal foretold,
       And now deemed come,
    Came not: within his hold
       Love lingered numb.
    Why cast he on our port
       A bloom not ours?
    Why shaped us for his sport
       In after-hours?

    As we seemed we were not
       That day afar,
    And now we seem not what
       We aching are.
    O severing sea and land,
       O laws of men,
    Ere death, once let us stand
       As we stood then!

Songs of Experience Introduction

by William Blake

   Hear the voice of the Bard,
Who present, past, and future, sees;
    Whose ears have heard
    The Holy Word
That walked among the ancient trees;

    Calling the lapséd soul,
And weeping in the evening dew;
    That might control
    The starry pole,
And fallen, fallen light renew!

    'O Earth, O Earth, return!
Arise from out the dewy grass!
    Night is worn,
    And the morn
Rises from the slumbrous mass.

    'Turn away no more;
Why wilt thou turn away?
    The starry floor,
    The watery shore,
Is given thee till the break of day.'

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