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by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928)
It is sad that so many of worth
"It is sad that so many of worth, Still in the flesh," soughed the yew, "Misjudge their lot whom kindly earth Secludes from view. "They ride their diurnal round Each day-span's sum of hours In peerless ease, without jolt or bound Or ache like ours. "If the living could but hear What is heard by my roots as they creep Round the restful flock, and the things said there, No one would weep." "Now set among the wise," They say: "Enlarged in scope, That no God trumpet us to rise We truly hope." I listened to his strange tale In the mood that stillness brings, And I grew to accept as the day wore pale That view of things.
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- by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928), "While drawing in a churchyard", appears in Moments of Vision and Miscellaneous Verses, first published 1917 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Gerald Finzi (1901 - 1956), "In a churchyard", op. 15 no. 9, published 1936 [ baritone and piano ], from Earth and Air and Rain, no. 9 [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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