I Look into My Glass
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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With throbbings of noontide.
But Time, to make me grieve,
And view my wasting skin,
By hearts grown cold to me,
My heart had shrunk as thin!"
And say, "Would God it came to pass
For then, I, undistrest
Could lonely wait my endless rest
Part steals, lets part abide;
And shakes this fragile frame at eve
With equanimity.
I look into my glass,