Its former green is blue and thin, <br />And its once firm legs sink in and in; <br />Soon it will break down unaware, <br />Soon it will break down unaware. <br /> <br />At night when reddest flowers are black <br />Those who once sat thereon come back; <br />Quite a row of them sitting there, <br />Quite a row of them sitting there. <br /> <br />With them the seat does not break down, <br />Nor winter freeze them, nor floods drown, <br />For they are as light as upper air, <br />They are as light as upper air!<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-garden-seat-2/
