During Wind And Rain

THEY sing their dearest songs--
He, she, all of them--yea,
Treble and tenor and bass.
And one to play;
With the candles mooning each face....
Ah, no; the years O!
How the sick leaves reel down in throngs!

They clear the creeping moss--
Elders and juniors--aye,
Making the pathways neat
And the garden gay;
And they build a shady seat....
Ah, no; the years, the years;
See, the white storm-birds wing across!

They are blithely breakfasting all--
Men and maidens--yea,
Under the summer tree,
With a glimpse of the bay,
While pet fowl come to the knee....
Ah, no; the years O!
And the rotten rose is ripped from the wall.

They change to a high new house,
He, she, all of them--aye,
Clocks and carpets and chairs
On the lawn all day,
And brightest things that are theirs....
Ah, no; the years, the years;
Down their carved names the raindrop plows.

by Thomas Hardy

Comments (9)

help me the question answer of exercise
how has the poet compared a railway journey to the journey of life
Such a beautiful poem full of the enthusiasm for and the wonder at a train ride! ! ! I wished he could have lived unto the age of flight- -I can only imagine what a majestic poem he would have written about that! ! !
Whatever be the the kind of train described in the poem, the focus remains on the thrill of its speed and beauty of a changing landscape during its journey. Enjoyed reading it. I quote: - Let the goal be far, the flight be fleet! While the Earth slips from our feet!
Whatever we experience on earth it is ephemeral. We indeed carry the Heaves with us. good write
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