As evening shaped I found me on a moor
Which sight could scarce sustain:
The black lean land, of featureless contour,
Was like a tract in pain.
“This scene, like my own life,” I said, "is one
Where many glooms abide;
Toned by its fortune to a deadly dun -
Lightless on every side.
I glanced aloft and halted, pleasure-caught
To see the contrast there:
The ray-lit clouds gleamed glory; and I thought,
"There’s solace everywhere!".Thomas Hardy..excerpt..A Meeting with Despair
Winter night in Hardy country….Watercolour on Indian paper…