Poem Thomas Hardy

After The Visit

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            Come again to the place
Where your presence was as a leaf that skims
Down a drouthy way whose ascent bedims
            The bloom on the farer’s face.

            Come again, with the feet
That were light on the green as a thistledown ball,
And those mute ministrations to one and to all
            Beyond a man’s saying sweet.

            Until then the faint scent
Of the bordering flowers swam unheeded away,
And I marked not the charm in the changes of day
            As the cloud-colours came and went.

            Through the dark corridors
Your walk was so soundless I did not know
Your form from a phantom’s of long ago
            Said to pass on the ancient floors,

            Till you drew from the shad
And I saw the large luminous living eyes
Regard me in fixed inquiring-wise
            As those of a soul that weighed,

            Scarce consciously,
The eternal question of what Life was,
And why we were there, and by whose strange laws
            That which mattered most could not be.

To Meet, or Otherwise
The Ghost of the Past


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