Share the quiet shade

In the Garden

  by Thomas Hardy

We waited for the sun

To break its cloudy prison

(For day was not yet done,

And night still unbegun)

Leaning by the dial.

After many a trial

We all silent there

It burst as new-arisen,

Throwing a shade to where

Time travelled at that minute.

Little saw we in it,

But this much I know,Of lookers on that shade,

Her towards whom it made

Soonest had to go.