I scanned her picture dreaming,
Till each dear line and hue
Was imaged, to my seeming,
As if it lived anew.
Her lips began to borrow
Their former wondrous smile;
Her fair eyes, faint with sorrow,
Grew sparkling as erstwhile.
Such tears as often ran not
Ran then, my love, for thee;
And O, believe I cannot
That thou are lost to me!
More verses by Thomas Hardy
- Embarcation (Southampton Docks: October, 1899)
- The Casterbridge Captains
- In The Old Theatre, Fiesole.
- Without Ceremony
- The Night Of Trafalgar