The Voice

Thomas Hardy

1840 to 1928

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