A Wife In London (December, 1899)

I--The Tragedy

She sits in the tawny vapour
   That the City lanes have uprolled,
   Behind whose webby fold on fold
Like a waning taper
   The street-lamp glimmers cold.

A messenger's knock cracks smartly,
   Flashed news is in her hand
   Of meaning it dazes to understand
Though shaped so shortly:
   He--has fallen--in the far South Land . . .

II--The Irony

'Tis the morrow; the fog hangs thicker,
   The postman nears and goes:
   A letter is brought whose lines disclose
By the firelight flicker
   His hand, whom the worm now knows:

Fresh--firm--penned in highest feather -
   Page-full of his hoped return,
   And of home-planned jaunts by brake and burn
In the summer weather,
   And of new love that they would learn.

by Thomas Hardy

Comments (3)

I hate this lol what is the point in this
nah not really just a bit meh could do with some more FX but would rate 8/8 never read again. Got to do this for GCSE English this year and I want to cry its so boring but would still rate it. should of been directed by Michael bay but that would just make it the ultimate meme of the century
Mr hardy Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up