Remember Y2K in the year 2000. Everyone was afraid of what would happen when the old century changed to another. No would fly on an airplane and people gathered supplies in case everything shut down. Nothing happened! This same situation occurs in the poem “The Darkling Thrush” by Thomas Hardy. It is December 31, 1899. What will happen in the next century?
Loneliness and Isolation abound in the poem. The poet’s word choice creates an atmosphere of separation from the rest of the world: desolate, weakening, haunted, and dregs.
What is the narrator doing? The first person narrator walks in the countryside on a very cold evening. He leans upon a gate that is made by bushes. It is the end of the day, the year, and the century. The sun is setting. No one else is about and the narrator feels this aloneness.
As he walks in nature, he stops and looks up at the sky and sees the bare branches of the trees intertwined. The narrator compares these branches to the strings on a musical instrument. [Foreshadowing of the bird to come]. He is alone because everyone else is at home before his fire.
The narrator looks out at the wintry landscape which appears to him to be the corpse of the century’s end. The land’s sharp features seemed to be leaning out toward the new century. The clouds provide a cover for the corpse with the wind crying out its requiem. The winter land is barren, shrunken, and dry. Everything on earth appears without energy or passion just as the speaker feels. The narrator finds a place with no connection to anyone or anything.
The third stanza offers a new theme not only for the narrator but for the reader as well. Life is nothing without the expectation that the future will provide more opportunities.
In the middle of the narrator’s emptiness, the speaker hears a sound. He looks up through the barren branches and sees a singular bird, appearing thin and small with the wind ruffling his feathers, singing joyfully as though he is baring his soul to the wintry night and the gloomy end of an era.
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
This seemingly lonely bird has chosen not to give into the chill and miserable night. His efforts bring a change to the narrator and the atmosphere. There appears to be little about which to sing, yet this thrush’s song breaks the mood of unhappiness.
Despite the pessimistic attitude of the narrator, he is satisfied and appreciative to know that something in the natural world can still find joy in life. To the narrator, it is a miracle that he could share this moment of unheralded pleasure.