Beeny did not quiver, <br />Juliot grew not gray, <br />Thin Valency's river <br />Held its wonted way. <br />Bos seemed not to utter <br />Dimmest note of dirge, <br />Targan mouth a mutter <br />To its creamy surge. <br /> <br /> <br />Yet though these, unheeding, <br />Listless, passed the hour <br />Of her spirit's speeding, <br />She had, in her flower, <br />Sought and loved the places - <br />Much and often pined <br />For their lonely faces <br />When in towns confined. <br /> <br /> <br />Why did not Valency <br />In his purl deplore <br />One whose haunts were whence he <br />Drew his limpid store? <br />Why did Bos not thunder <br />Targan apprehend <br />Body and breath were sunder <br />Of their former friend?<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-death-day-recalled/
