'The History of an Hour' (poem) written by Thomas Hardy

Vain the wish to try rhyming it, writing it!

Pen cannot weld into words what it was;

Time will be squandered in toil at inditing it;

Clear is the cause!

Yea, 'twas too satiate with soul, too ethereal;

June-morning scents of a rose-bush in flower

Catch in a clap-net of hempen material;

So catch that hour!