To Flowers From Italy By Thomas Hardy - Thomas Hardy
To Flowers From Italy in Winter by Thomas Hardy
Sunned in the South
And here today
If all organic things
Be sentient
Flowers
As some men say
What are your ponderings
How can you stay nor vanish quite
From this bleak spot of thorn
And birch and fir and frozen white
Expanse of the forlorn
Frail luckless exiles hither brought
Your dust will not regain
Old sunny haunts of Classic thought
And you shall waste and wane
But mix with alien earth be lit
With frigid Boreal flame
And not a sign remain in it
To tell men whence you came
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