To An Orphan Child Poem by Thomas Hardy

To An Orphan Child

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A Whimsey

AH, child, thou art but half thy darling mother's;
Hers couldst thou wholly be,
My light in thee would outglow all in others;
She would relive to me.
But niggard Nature's trick of birth
Bars, lest she overjoy,
Renewal of the loved on earth
Save with alloy.

The Dame has no regard, alas, my maiden,
For love and loss like mine--
No sympathy with mind-sight memory-laden;
Only with fickle eyne.
To her mechanic artistry
My dreams are all unknown,
And why I wish that thou couldst be
But One's alone!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ifegwu Victor 22 July 2015

Half of thy darling mother.. still enjoying that line..

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Edward Kofi Louis 22 July 2015

Save with alloy; with the muse of life. Nice work.

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