So little cause for carolings Of such ecstatic sou · Thomas Hardy

I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was specter

So little cause for carolings Of such ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial things Afar or nigh around, That I could think there trembled through His happy good-night air Some blessed hope, whereof he knew And I was unaware.

Animals and Nature Faith, Spirituality and Religion Hope and Optimism

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Thomas Hardy

1840-06-02 — 1928-01-11 · Dorchester

Thomas Hardy was a significant English novelist and poet, associated with the Naturalism literary movement. Though initially trained as an architect, his literary career spanned over four decades, producing novels like "Tess of the d'Urbervilles" and "Far from the Madding Crowd" that critically examined rural life, social constraints, and the harsh realities of fate. Later in life, he turned increasingly to poetry, which explored similar themes of loss, disillusionment, and the passage of time with a distinctive blend of modernism and traditional form.