In The Darkling Thrush Hardy spends the majority of the poem setting a tone of gloom, surrounding a man whom I feel is falling into despair. The man has sought a walk through a wooded area one winter evening, as the sun is setting. Finding nothing in nature to cheer himself up, the man stops for a rest at the edge of the area. It can be believed that during his walk the woods had remained quiet, further reminding the man of death. As he stands there, taking in the winter world as a cold dead place Hardy introduces a splash of color into his grey spectrum. The man hears a thrush start singing. By the looks of the bird, its existence wasn’t the greatest as it looked small and underfed. The bird however continues to sing cheerfully, the source of the birds happiness the man could not determine. The poem ends with the man’s spirits somewhat lifted to the thought of a hope he could not conceive, yet the bird was apparently aware of.
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