Heredity

Thomas Hardy

I may live on until
I long for this time
In which I am so unhappy,
And remember it fondly.

Another short poem........

A Charge Herbert Trench If thou hast squander'd years to grave a gem  Commission'd by thy absent Lord, and while  'Tis incomplete,  Others would bribe thy needy skill to them  Dismiss them to the street!  Should'st thou at last discover Beauty's grove,  At last be panting on the fragrant verge,  But in the track,  Drunk with divine possession, thou meet Love  Turn at her bidding back.  When round thy ship in tempest Hell appears,  And every spectre mutters up more dire  To snatch control  And loose to madness thy deep-kennell'd Fears Then to the helm, O Soul!  Last; if upon the cold green-mantling sea  Thou cling, alone with Truth, to the last spar,  Both castaway,  And one must perish let it not be he  Whom thou art sworn to obey!