9/26/2009

A broken Appointment


You did not come,

And marching Time drew on,

and wore me numb.

Yet less for loss of your dear presence there

Than that I thus found lacking in your make

That high compassion which can overbear

Reluctance for pure lovingkindness' sake

Grieved I,

when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,

You did not come.

You love not me,

And love alone can lend you loyalty;

-I know and knew it.

But, unto the store

Of human deeds divine in all but name,

Was it not worth a little hour or more

To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came

To soothe a time-torn man;

even though it be

You love not me.


Thomas Hardy

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