By the Barrows

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Thomas Hardy - Non-Music, Lyric Poem (Literature)

By the Barrows

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Not far from Mellstock—so tradition saith - Where barrows, bulging as they bosoms were Of Multimammia stretched supinely there, Catch night and noon the tempest's wanton breath, A battle, desperate doubtless unto death, Was one time fought. The outlook, lone and bare, The towering hawk and passing raven share, And all the upland round is called "The He'th." Here once a woman, in our modern age, Fought singlehandedly to shield a child - One not her own—from a man's senseless rage. And to my mind no patriots' bones there piled So consecrate the silence as her deed Of stoic and devoted self-unheed.

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  • Thomas Hardy