Transcript of A Wet Night
A Wet Night by Thomas Hardy Read for Libbybox .org by Alan Lawley I pace along the rain shafts riddling me mile after mile out by the moorland way and up the hill and through the ooley's grey into the lane and round the corner tree where as my clothes are floating damns me my best start and the in -vibran light dies out of day leaving the liquid shades the rain I say this is a hardship to be clended yet sires of mine now perished and forgot when worse be said air roads were shapen here and night and storm where foes indeed to fear times numberless have trudged across this spot in sturdy muteness on their strenuous lot and taking all such toils as trifles mere End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Wet Night by Thomas Hardy Read for Libbybox .org by Algy Pug I pace along the rain shafts riddling me mile after mile out by the moorland way and up the hill and through the ooley's grey into the lane and round the corner tree where as my clothes clam's me my best start and the in -vibran light dies out of day leaving the liquid shades to rain I say this is a hardship to be calendared its size of mine now perished and forgot when worse be said air roads were shapen here and a night and storm where foes indeed to fear times numberless have trudged across this spot in sturdy muteness on their strenuous lot and taking all such toils as trifles mere End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Wet Night by Thomas Hardy Read for Libbybox .org by Bruce Gachock I pace along the rain shafts riddling me mile after mile out by the moorland way and up the hill and through the ooley's grey into the lane and round the corner tree where as my clothes clam's me my best start and the in -vibran light dies out of day leaving the liquid shades to rain I say this is a hardship to be calendared yet size of mine now perished and forgot when worse be said air roads were shapen here and night and storm where foes indeed to fear times numberless have trudged across this spot in sturdy muteness on their strenuous lot and taking all such toils as trifles mere End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Wet Night by Thomas Hardy Read for Libbybox .org by David Lawrence in Ottawa, Ontario September 2025 I pace along the rain shafts riddling me mile after mile out by the moorland way and up the hill and through the ooley's grey into the lane and round the corner tree where as my clothing clams me my best start and the in -vibran light dies out of day leaving the liquid shades to rain I say this is a hardship to be calendared yet size