Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | December 20, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: The Oxen

 

by Thomas Hardy (1840 – 1928).  

 

The Oxen

 

 

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.

“Now they are all on their knees,”

An elder said as we sat in a flock

By the embers in hearthside ease.

 

We pictured the meek mild creatures where         5

They dwelt in their strawy pen.

Nor did it occur to one of us there

To doubt they were kneeling then.

 

So fair a fancy few believe

In these years! Yet, I feel,                                            10

If someone said on Christmas Eve

“Come; see the oxen kneel

 

“In the lonely barton by yonder comb

Our childhood used to know,”

I should go with him in the gloom,                            15

Hoping it might be so.

 

Notes:

http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/thardy.htm

http://www.online-literature.com/hardy/


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