At The War Office, London

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Title:     At The War Office, London
Author: Thomas Hardy [More Titles by Hardy]

(Affixing the Lists of Killed and Wounded: December, 1899)

 

I

Last year I called this world of gain-givings
The darkest thinkable, and questioned sadly
If my own land could heave its pulse less gladly,
So charged it seemed with circumstance whence springs
The tragedy of things.

II

Yet at that censured time no heart was rent
Or feature blanched of parent, wife, or daughter
By hourly blazoned sheets of listed slaughter;
Death waited Nature's wont; Peace smiled unshent
From Ind to Occident.

[The end]
Thomas Hardy's poem: At The War Office, London

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