Thomas Hardy - On the tune called The Old-hundred-and-fourth lyrics

We never sang together   Ravenscroft's terse old tune On Sundays or on weekdays, In sharp or summer weather,   At night-time or at noon. Why did we never sing it,   Why never so incline On Sundays or on weekdays, Even when soft wafts would wing it   From your far floor to mine? Shall we that tune, then, never   Stand voicing side by side On Sundays or on weekdays? . . . Or shall we, when for ever   In Sheol we abide, Sing it in desolation,   As we might long have done On Sundays or on weekdays With love and exultation   Before our sands had run?