A Darkling Thrush (Poem by Thomas Hardy)

A Darkling Thrush (Poem by Thomas Hardy)

A poem by Thomas Hardy

A Darkling Thrush

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.

 

by Thomas Hardy

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