I
I have risen again,
And awhile survey
By my chilly ray
Through your window-pane
Your upturned face,
As you think, 'Ah - she
Now dreams of me
In her distant place!'
II
I pierce her blind
In her far-off home:
She fixes a comb,
And says in her mind,
'I start in an hour;
Whom shall I meet?
Won't the men be sweet,
And the women sour!'
More verses by Thomas Hardy
- In A Eweleaze Near Weatherbury
- Places
- The Lacking Sense Scene.--A Sad-Coloured Landscape, Waddon Vale
- The Contretemps
- The Comet At Valbury Or Yell'Ham