Darkling
So little cause for carolings . . .
—Thomas Hardy
Fervorless as every spirit
huddled before a screen, I sat.
Unaware, I idly hoped
when I should have been plotting.
And that thrush? My human ear misheard
its song of fear as one of joy.
So little cause for carolings . . .
—Thomas Hardy
Fervorless as every spirit
huddled before a screen, I sat.
Unaware, I idly hoped
when I should have been plotting.
And that thrush? My human ear misheard
its song of fear as one of joy.