Merry Making At The Thomas Hardy Ball

After a hard day of birding, our Little Wooden Doll is thrilled to be going to the annual Thomas Hardy Ball! It is held every winter in honor of Hardy’s great poem – The Darkling Thrush. Our little girl is dressed warmly (all in white velvet with a bright green overlay skirt)! Holding the big velvet collar together is a small green brooch. I know you are familiar with the poem – here are the last two stanzas as a reminder.

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;

An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.

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

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