I'm piggy backing George's thrush. Different take.
Hardy was too morose at times, but once
an aged thrush did manage to engage
poor Tom's extended yen for penitence,
pardon and a painfully gloomy page.
You'll probably never see a single sky,
not in a life time, with broken lyre strings.
(Enthusiast of nether thoughts Tom brings
worse than mere chamber music gone awry);
yet the small thrush appears to realize
exactly what's at stake and cheers the man
and coaxes out a deep, Dorcet elan
right before the reader's worried eyes.
|