At An Inn
Thomas Hardy
1840 to 1928
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Veiled smiles bespoke their thought
When we as strangers sought
Came not: within his hold
As we seemed we were not
With living love
Which quicks the world—maybe
Why shaped us for his sport
And now we seem not what
And we were left alone
Between us there!
"Ah, God, that bliss like theirs
The pane-fly's tune.
Moved them to say,
O severing sea and land,
Love lingered numb.
Of what we were.
For love's dear ends.
Would flush our day!"
Why cast he on our port
Ere death, once let us stand
Made them our ministers,
They warmed as they opined
That day afar,
But that which chilled the breath
Of afternoon,
That we had all resigned
And now deemed come,
As we stood then!
Us more than friends—
The spheres above,
Their catering care,
A bloom not ours?
And that swift sympathy
Yet never the love-light shone
As Love's own pair;
The kiss their zeal foretold,
In after-hours?
We aching are.
And palsied unto death
O laws of men,