||According To The Mighty Working
|Thomas Hardy was born in 1840 and died in 1928. Regarded by many as one of Englands finest poets and novelists (with his most famous novel being Tess of the d'Urbervilles)
When moiling seems at cease
In the vague void of night-time,
And heaven's wide roomage stormless
Between the dusk and light-time,
And fear at last is formless,
We call the allurement Peace.
Peace, this hid riot, Change,
This revel of quick-cued mumming,
This never truly being,
This evermore becoming,
This spinner's wheel onfleeing
Outside perception's range.
Other poems by Thomas Hardy