The Poetry Corner

The Coming Of The End

By Thomas Hardy

How it came to an end! The meeting afar from the crowd, And the love-looks and laughters unpenned, The parting when much was avowed, How it came to an end! It came to an end; Yes, the outgazing over the stream, With the sun on each serpentine bend, Or, later, the luring moon-gleam; It came to an end. It came to an end, The housebuilding, furnishing, planting, As if there were ages to spend In welcoming, feasting, and jaunting; It came to an end. It came to an end, That journey of one day a week: ("It always goes on," said a friend, "Just the same in bright weathers or bleak;") But it came to an end. "HOW will come to an end This orbit so smoothly begun, Unless some convulsion attend?" I often said. "What will be done When it comes to an end?" Well, it came to an end Quite silently - stopped without jerk; Better close no prevision could lend; Working out as One planned it should work Ere it came to an end.