"Thou shalt be--Nothing."--Omar Khayyam.
"Tombless, with no remembrance."--W. Shakespeare.
Dead shalt thou lie; and nought
Be told of thee or thought,
For thou hast plucked not of the Muses' tree:
And even in Hades' halls
Amidst thy fellow-thralls
No friendly shade thy shade shall company!
More verses by Thomas Hardy
- Zermat: To The Matterhorn (June-July, 1897)
- I Found Her Out There
- Postponement
- My Cicely
- The Coquette, And After (Triolets)