Poems (Hardy)/Attained

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ATTAINED
A STATELY metaphor they carved for her In far-brought marble on a splendid tomb, Among rare roses in the scented gloomOf ancient groups of fir and juniper.As if the thought engrailèd mournings were Full reparation for a sad fore-doom, Scarce had she gone from out her lonely roomWhen shadowing draperies made the day a blur.Yet now the joy of birds in morning song, The noonday quiet in the lanes of leaves,  The hope of dawns, the spheral peace of night,All come to that proud spot; there starbeams throng, And immemorial Nature smiles and weaves  That heart's long grief into her web of light.
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