The Schreckhorn

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Title:     The Schreckhorn
Author: Thomas Hardy [More Titles by Hardy]

(With thoughts of Leslie Stephen)
(June 1897)

 

Aloof, as if a thing of mood and whim;
Now that its spare and desolate figure gleams
Upon my nearing vision, less it seems
A looming Alp-height than a guise of him
Who scaled its horn with ventured life and limb,
Drawn on by vague imaginings, maybe,
Of semblance to his personality
In its quaint glooms, keen lights, and rugged trim.

At his last change, when Life's dull coils unwind,
Will he, in old love, hitherward escape,
And the eternal essence of his mind
Enter this silent adamantine shape,
And his low voicing haunt its slipping snows
When dawn that calls the climber dyes them rose?

[The end]
Thomas Hardy's poem: Schreckhorn

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