The Mind
On a Fine Morning
From Poems of the Past and the Present
The Mind
WHENCE comes Solace?—Not from seeing
What is doing, suffering, being,
Not from noting Life’s conditions,
Nor from heeding Time’s monitions;
But in cleaving to the Dream,
And in gazing at the gleam
Whereby gray things golden seem.
Cite this poem
MLA
Hardy, Thomas. “On a Fine Morning.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/hardy/227/.
Chicago
Hardy, Thomas. “On a Fine Morning.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/hardy/227/.
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