The Voice
Thomas Hardy
1840 to 1928
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Woman much missed, how you call to me, call me,
Saying that now you are not as you
When you had changed from the one who was to me,
But as at first, when our day fair.
Can it be you that I hear? Let view you, then,
Standing as when I drew near the town
Where you would wait for me: yes, I knew you then,
Even to the original air-blue gown!
Or is it only the breeze, in its listlessness
across the wet mead to me here,
You being dissolved to wan wistlessness,
Heard no more again far near?
Thus I; faltering forward,
Leaves around me falling,
oozing thin through the thorn from norward,
And the calling.
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