I look into my glass,
And view my wasting skin,
And say, "Would God it came to pass
My heart had shrunk so thin!"
For then I, undistrest
By hearts grown cold to me,
Could lonely wait my endless rest
But Time, to make me grieve,
Part steals, lets part abide;
And shakes this fragile frame at eve
With throbbings of noontide.
I Look Into My Glass: Thomas Hardy, from Wessex Poems (1898)
Snow (18.12.09): photo by Tom Raworth, 2009
Boxing Day Dawn (26.12.09): photo by Tom Raworth, 2009