Author Thomas Hardy A race with the sun as he downed I ran at evetide, Intent who should first gain the ground And there hide. He beat me by some minutes then, But I triumphed anon, For when he'd to rise up again Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments