Shut Out That Moon
By Thomas Hardy
Close up the casement, draw the blind,
Shut out that stealing moon,
She wears too much the guise she wore
Before our lutes were strewn
With years-deep dust, and names we read
On a white stone were hewn.
Step not forth on the dew-dashed lawn
To view the Lady's Chair,
Immense Orion's glittering form,
The Less and Greater Bear:
Stay in; to such sights we were drawn
When faded ones were fair.
Brush not the bough for midnight scents
That come forth lingeringly,
And wake the same sweet sentiments
They breathed to you and me
When living seemed a laugh, and love
All it was said to be.
Within the common lamp-lit room
Prison my eyes and thought;
Let dingy details crudely loom,
Mechanic speech be wrought:
Too fragrant was Life's early bloom,
Too tart the fruit it brought!
I felt so calm yet so sad listening to this, what a beautiful interpretation of Hardy's poem.
Gracefulland 3 months ago
Interesting interpretation of the poem.
ukedge87 3 months ago
love it Steve
julie x
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love it Steve x
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Beautiful rendition of Hardy's poem.
rhiannarita 7 months ago