Afternoon Service At Mellstock

Thomas Hardy

   On afternoons of drowsy calm
      We stood in the panelled pew,
Singing one-voiced a Tate-and-Brady psalm
      To the tune of "Cambridge New."

   We watched the elms, we watched the rooks,
      The clouds upon the breeze,
Between the whiles of glancing at our books,
      And swaying like the trees.

   So mindless were those outpourings! -
      Though I am not aware
That I have gained by subtle thought on things
      Since we stood psalming there.

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