Joys Of Memory

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Thomas Hardy - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Joys Of Memory

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When the spring comes round, and a certain day Looks out from the brume by the eastern copsetrees       And says, Remember,     I begin again, as if it were new,     A day of like date I once lived through,     Whiling it hour by hour away;       So shall I do till my December,         When spring comes round.   I take my holiday then and my rest Away from the dun life here about me,       Old hours re-greeting     With the quiet sense that bring they must     Such throbs as at first, till I house with dust,     And in the numbness my heartsome zest       For things that were, be past repeating         When spring comes round.

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  • Thomas Hardy