Web Cowgirl 衛 思 維 (webcowgirl) wrote,
Web Cowgirl 衛 思 維
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I say you only get one trip around the block

This poem, now on the Tube, is unbearably sad and beautiful, so I must share it with you.

Proud Songsters
Thomas Hardy

* The thrushes sing as the sun is going,
* And the finches whistle in ones and pairs,
* And as it gets dark loud nightingales
* In bushes
* Pipe, as they can when April wears,
* As if all Time were theirs.

* These are brand-new birds of twelve-months’ growing,
* Which a year ago, or less than twain,
* No finches were, nor nightingales,
* Nor thrushes,
* But only particles of grain,
* And earth, and air, and rain.

Me, back to London late tonight.
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