In Tenebris by Thomas Hardy

Wintertime nighs;
But my bereavement-pain
It cannot bring again:
Twice no one dies.

Flower-petals flee;
But since it once hath been,
No more that severing scene
Can harrow me.

Birds faint in dread:
I shall not lose old strength
In the lone frost's black length:
Strength long since fled!

Leaves freeze to dun;
But friends cannot turn cold
This season as of old
For him with none.

Tempests may scath;
But love cannot make smart
Again this year his heart
Who no heart hath.

Black is night's cope;
But death will not appal
One, who past doubtings all,
Waits in unhope.

by Thomas Hardy

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Cardinal Bembo's Epitaph on Raphael

After Schiller

The Souls of the Slain

Her Initals

A Commonplace Day

De Profundis

The Superseded

A Spot

The Man He Killed

The Ruined Maid