Thomas Hardy — Intra Sepulchrum

       &nbsp What curious things we said,        &nbsp What curious things we did Up there in the world we walked till dead        &nbsp Our kith and kin amid!        &nbsp How we played at love,        &nbsp And its wildness, weakness, woe; Yes, played thereat far more than enough        &nbsp As it turned out, I trow!        &nbsp Played at believing in gods        &nbsp And observing the ordinances, I for your sake in impossible codes        &nbsp Right ready to acquiesce.        &nbsp Thinking our lives unique,        &nbsp Quite quainter than usual kinds, We held that we could not abide a week        &nbsp The tether of typic minds.        &nbsp - Yet people who day by day        &nbsp Pass by and look at us From over the wall in a casual way        &nbsp Are of this unconscious.        &nbsp And feel, if anything,        &nbsp       &nbsp That none can be buried here Removed from commonest fashioning,        &nbsp Or lending note to a bier:        &nbsp No twain who in heart-heaves proved        &nbsp Themselves at all adept, Who more than many laughed and loved,        &nbsp Who more than many wept,        &nbsp Or were as sprites or elves        &nbsp Into blind matter hurled, Or ever could have been to themselves        &nbsp The centre of the world.