"Where the Picnic Was" (1913) is one of a number of elegies Thomas Hardy wrote for his wife, Emma Gifford, after her death in 1912. It does not mention her by name, however, and it gestures toward her death only at the end. The poem's speaker revisits a seaside spot where he, a woman, and two other friends had a picnic the previous summer. Looking around in winter, he notes all that has changed in the meantime—the woman has died and the two friends moved to the city—as well as what has remained "the same" (particularly the sea). With bleak nostalgia, the poem contrasts the transience of human life and love with the permanence of nature and death.
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1Where we made the fire
2In the summer time
3Of branch and briar
4On the hill to the sea,
5I slowly climb
6Through winter mire,
7And scan and trace
8The forsaken place
9Quite readily.
10Now a cold wind blows,
11And the grass is gray,
12But the spot still shows
13As a burnt circle—aye,
14And stick-ends, charred,
15Still strew the sward
16Whereon I stand,
17Last relic of the band
18Who came that day!
19Yes, I am here
20Just as last year,
21And the sea breathes brine
22From its strange straight line
23Up hither, the same
24As when we four came.
25—But two have wandered far
26From this grassy rise
27Into urban roar
28Where no picnics are,
29And one—has shut her eyes
30For evermore.
1Where we made the fire
2In the summer time
3Of branch and briar
4On the hill to the sea,
5I slowly climb
6Through winter mire,
7And scan and trace
8The forsaken place
9Quite readily.
10Now a cold wind blows,
11And the grass is gray,
12But the spot still shows
13As a burnt circle—aye,
14And stick-ends, charred,
15Still strew the sward
16Whereon I stand,
17Last relic of the band
18Who came that day!
19Yes, I am here
20Just as last year,
21And the sea breathes brine
22From its strange straight line
23Up hither, the same
24As when we four came.
25—But two have wandered far
26From this grassy rise
27Into urban roar
28Where no picnics are,
29And one—has shut her eyes
30For evermore.
Where we made the fire
In the summer time
Of branch and briar
On the hill to the sea,
I slowly climb
Through winter mire,
And scan and trace
The forsaken place
Quite readily.
Now a cold wind blows,
And the grass is gray,
But the spot still shows
As a burnt circle—aye,
And stick-ends, charred,
Still strew the sward
Whereon I stand,
Last relic of the band
Who came that day!
Yes, I am here
Just as last year,
And the sea breathes brine
From its strange straight line
Up hither, the same
As when we four came.
—But two have wandered far
From this grassy rise
Into urban roar
Where no picnics are,
And one—has shut her eyes
For evermore.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
The Poet's Life and Work — A short biography of Hardy at the Poetry Foundation.
Thomas, Emma, and the Elegies — Some background on the Thomas Hardy-Emma Gifford marriage and the poet's 1912-1913 elegies for his wife.
The Poem Aloud — Listen to a reading of "Where the Picnic Was."
Hardy and the Victorian Era — Hardy lived into the age of modernism, but he was a product of Victorian England. Learn more about the era with which he's closely associated.
The Heart of Hardy — A BBC One documentary about Hardy's celebrated life and career.