To Flowers From Italy By Thomas Hardy - Thomas Hardy

To Flowers From Italy in Winter by Thomas Hardy

Sunned in the South

And here today

If all organic things

Be sentient

Flowers

As some men say

What are your ponderings

How can you stay nor vanish quite

From this bleak spot of thorn

And birch and fir and frozen white

Expanse of the forlorn

Frail luckless exiles hither brought

Your dust will not regain

Old sunny haunts of Classic thought

And you shall waste and wane

But mix with alien earth be lit

With frigid Boreal flame

And not a sign remain in it

To tell men whence you came