At An Inn
Thomas Hardy
1840 to 1928
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As we stood then!
That we had all resigned
Love lingered numb.
We aching are.
The spheres above,
Why shaped us for his sport
O severing sea and land,
And that swift sympathy
And now deemed come,
And we were left alone
Why cast he on our port
Ere death, once let us stand
In after-hours?
And palsied unto death
O laws of men,
Of afternoon,
Would flush our day!"
Of what we were.
As we seemed we were not
Veiled smiles bespoke their thought
Came not: within his hold
But that which chilled the breath
As Love's own pair;
They warmed as they opined
With living love
The pane-fly's tune.
Between us there!
For love's dear ends.
Us more than friends—
A bloom not ours?
Moved them to say,
When we as strangers sought
Which quicks the world—maybe
Yet never the love-light shone
The kiss their zeal foretold,
Made them our ministers,
"Ah, God, that bliss like theirs
That day afar,
And now we seem not what
Their catering care,