Thomas Hardy - The Tenant-For-Life lyrics

The sun said, watching my watering-pot "Some morn you'll pa** away; These flowers and plants I parch up hot - Who'll water them that day? "Those banks and beds whose shape your eye Has planned in line so true, New hands will change, unreasoning why Such shape seemed best to you. "Within your house will strangers sit, And wonder how first it came; They'll talk of their schemes for improving it, And will not mention your name. "They'll care not how, or when, or at what You sighed, laughed, suffered here, Though you feel more in an hour of the spot Than they will feel in a year "As I look on at you here, now, Shall I look on at these; But as to our old times, avow No knowledge—hold my peace! . . . "O friend, it matters not, I say; Bethink ye, I have shined On nobler ones than you, and they Are dead men out of mind!"