Today's poem brings this short series to an end

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The Thomas Hardy Poetry Collection
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Resignation

As a child, I dreamt of the Koh-i-Noor,
Persian and Papal richness, sumptuous,
Heliogabalus, Sardanapalus!
My desire conjured, where the gold roofs soar,

To music’s strains, where fragrances entice,
Endless harems, bodily paradise!
Calmer these days and yet no less ardent,
Knowing life, how one’s obliged to be,

I’m forced to curb such lovely folly,
And yet not yield to too great an extent.
So be it, if greatness eludes intent,

Yet down with the nice, and the ordinary!
I always hated a woman merely pretty,
Rhyme that’s assonant, the friend who’s prudent!

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