At a Hasty Wedding
6/2/1840-1/11/1928
If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire
By bonds of every bond the best,
If hours be years. The twain are blest
Do eastern stars slope never west,
Nor pallid ashes follow fire:
If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire.
DayPoems Poem No. 1048
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1048.html">At a Hasty Wedding by Thomas Hardy</a>
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