Jubilate

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Thomas Hardy - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Jubilate

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"The very last time I ever was here," he said, "I saw much less of the quick than I saw of the dead." - He was a man I had met with somewhere before, But how or when I now could recall no more. "The hazy mazy moonlight at one in the morning Spread out as a sea across the frozen snow, Glazed to live sparkles like the great breastplate adorning The priest of the Temple, with Urim and Thummim aglow. "The yew-tree arms, glued hard to the stiff stark air, Hung still in the village sky as theatre-scenes When I came by the churchyard wall, and halted there At a shut-in sound of fiddles and tambourines. "And as I stood hearkening, dulcimers, haut-boys, and shawms, And violoncellos, and a three-stringed double-bass, Joined in, and were intermixed with a singing of psalms; And I looked over at the dead men's dwelling-place. "Through the shine of the slippery snow I now could see, As it were through a crystal roof, a great company Of the dead minueting in stately step underground To the tune of the instruments I had before heard sound. "It was 'Eden New,' and dancing they sang in a chore, 'We are out of it all!—yea, in Little-Ease cramped no more!' And their shrouded figures pacing with joy I could see As you see the stage from the gallery. And they had no heed of me. "And I lifted my head quite dazed from the churchyard wall And I doubted not that it warned I should soon have my call. But—" . . . Then in the ashes he emptied the dregs of his cup, And onward he went, and the darkness swallowed him up.

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  • Thomas Hardy