Thomas Hardy — Life Laughs Onward

Rambling I looked for an old abode Where, years back, one had lived I knew; Its site a dwelling duly showed,         But it was new. I went where, not so long ago, The sod had riven two breasts asunder; Daisies throve gaily there, as though         No grave were under. I walked along a terrace where Loud children gambolled in the sun; The figure that had once sat there         Was missed by none. Life laughed and moved on unsubdued, I saw that Old succumbed to Young: 'Twas well. My too regretful mood         Died on my tongue.