Thomas Hardy

Here you will find the Poem A Confession To A Friend in Trouble of poet Thomas Hardy

A Confession To A Friend in Trouble

YOUR troubles shrink not, though I feel them less
 Here, far away, than when I tarried near;
 I even smile old smiles--with listlessness--
 Yet smiles they are, not ghastly mockeries mere.

 A thought too strange to house within my brain
 Haunting its outer precincts I discern:
 --That I will not show zeal again to learn
 Your griefs, and, sharing them, renew my pain....

 It goes, like murky bird or buccaneer
 That shapes its lawless figure on the main,
 And each new impulse tends to make outflee
 The unseemly instinct that had lodgment here;
 Yet, comrade old, can bitterer knowledge be
 Than that, though banned, such instinct was in me!