Although the poem was written in 1900, literally at the very end of the 19th century and therefore at the century's deathbed, Hardy probably thought better of such a depressing and relatively unpoetic title.
For though the poem starts out with a bleak and depressing tone:
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
and then continues on equally dark and gloomy, by the third stanza the sound of the thrush is heard that rescues the day (and maybe the century).
Hardy probably thought better of the name of his poem, because, although it doesn't start that way, it ends with hope for better things, at least better than a whole century on its deathbed.
Coincidentally, Robert Frost expressed a very similar idea in his poem "Dust of Snow":
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
In both poems, a bird redeems all. Wow.
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