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