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True： never you'll know。 And you will not mind。
But shall I then slight you because of such？
Dear ghost； in the past did you ever find
The thought 〃What profit？〃 move me much
Yet the fact indeed remains the same；
You are past love； praise； indifference； blame。
December 1912。
THE WALK
You did not walk with me
Of late to the hill…top tree
By the gated ways；
As in earlier days；
You were weak and lame；
So you never came；
And I went alone； and I did not mind；
Not thinking of you as left behind。
I walked up there to…day
Just in the former way：
Surveyed around
The familiar ground
By myself again：
What difference； then？
Only that underlying sense
Of the look of a room on returning thence。
RAIN ON A GRAVE
Clouds spout upon her
Their waters amain
In ruthless disdain； …
Her who but lately
Had shivered with pain
As at touch of dishonour
If there had lit on her
So coldly； so straightly
Such arrows of rain。
She who to shelter
Her delicate head
Would quicken and quicken
Each tentative tread
If drops chanced to pelt her
That summertime spills
In dust…paven rills
When thunder…clouds thicken
And birds close their bills。
Would that I lay there
And she were housed here！
Or better； together
Were folded away there
Exposed to one weather
We both；who would stray there
When sunny the day there；
Or evening was clear
At the prime of the year。
Soon will be growing
Green blades from her mound；
And daises be showing
Like stars on the ground；
Till she form part of them …
Aythe sweet heart of them；
Loved beyond measure
With a child's pleasure
All her life's round。
Jan。 31； 1913。
〃I FOUND HER OUT THERE〃
I found her out there
On a slope few see；
That falls westwardly
To the salt…edged air；
Where the ocean breaks
On the purple strand；
And the hurricane shakes
The solid land。
I brought her here；
And have laid her to rest
In a noiseless nest
No sea beats near。
She will never be stirred
In her loamy cell
By the waves long heard
And loved so well。
So she does not sleep
By those haunted heights
The Atlantic smites
And the blind gales sweep；
Whence she often would gaze
At Dundagel's far head；
While the dipping blaze
Dyed her face fire…red；
And would sigh at the tale
Of sunk Lyonnesse；
As a wind…tugged tress
Flapped her cheek like a flail；
Or listen at whiles
With a thought…bound brow
To the murmuring miles
She is far from now。
Yet her shade； maybe；
Will creep underground
Till it catch the sound
Of that western sea
As it swells and sobs
Where she once domiciled；
And joy in its throbs
With the heart of a child。
WITHOUT CEREMONY
It was your way； my dear；
To be gone without a word
When callers； friends； or kin
Had left； and I hastened in
To rejoin you； as I inferred。
And when you'd a mind to career
Off anywheresay to town …
You were all on a sudden gone
Before I had thought thereon；
Or noticed your trunks were down。
So； now that you disappear
For ever in that swift style；
Your meaning seems to me
Just as it used to be：
〃Good…bye is not worth while！〃
LAMENT
How she would have loved
A party to…day！ …
Bright…hatted and gloved；
With table and tray
And chairs on the lawn
Her smiles would have shone
With welcomings 。 。 。 But
She is shut； she is shut
From friendship's spell
In the jailing shell
Of her tiny cell。
Or she would have reigned
At a dinner to…night
With ardours unfeigned；
And a generous delight；
All in her abode
She'd have freely bestowed
On her guests 。 。 。 But alas；
She is shut under grass
Where no cups flow；
Powerless to know
That it might be so。
And she would have sought
With a child's eager glance
The shy snowdrops brought
By the new year's advance；
And peered in the rime
Of Candlemas…time
For crocuses 。 。 。 chanced
It that she were not tranced
From sights she loved best；
Wholly possessed
By an infinite rest！
And we are here staying
Amid these stale things
Who care not for gaying；
And those junketings
That used so to joy her；
And never to cloy her
As us they cloy！ 。 。 。 But
She is shut； she is shut
From the cheer of them； dead
To all done and said
In a yew…arched bed。
THE HAUNTER
He does not think that I haunt here nightly：
How shall I let him know
That whither his fancy sets him wandering
I； too； alertly go？ …
Hover and hover a few feet from him
Just as I used to do；
But cannot answer his words addressed me …
Only listen thereto！
When I could answer he did not say them：
When I could let him know
How I would like to join in his journeys
Seldom he wished to go。
Now that he goes and wants me with him
More than he used to do；
Never he sees my faithful phantom
Though he speaks thereto。
Yes； I accompany him to places
Only dreamers know；
Where the shy hares limp long paces；
Where the night rooks go；
Into old aisles where the past is all to him；
Close as his shade can do；
Always lacking the power to call to him；
Near as I reach thereto！
What a good haunter I am； O tell him；
Quickly make him know
If he but sigh since my loss befell him
Straight to his side I go。
Tell him a faithful one is doing
All that love can do
Still that his path may be worth pursuing；
And to bring peace thereto。
THE VOICE
Woman much missed； how you call to me； call to me；
Saying that now you are not as you were
When you had changed from the one who was all to me；
But as at first； when our day was fair。
Can it be you that I hear？ Let me view you； then；
Standing as when I drew near to the town
Where you would wait for me： yes； as I knew you then；
Even to the original air…blue gown！
Or is it only the breeze； in its listlessness
Travelling across the wet mead to me here；
You being ever consigned to existlessness；
Heard no more again far or near？
Thus I； faltering forward；
Leaves around me falling；
Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward
And the woman calling。
December 1912。
HIS VISITOR
I come across from Mellstock while the moon wastes weaker
To behold where I lived with you for twenty years and more：
I shall go in the gray； at the passing of the mail…train；
And need no setting open of the long familiar door
As before。
The change I notice in my once own quarters！
A brilliant budded border where the daisies used to be；
The rooms new painted； and the pictures altered；
And other cups and saucers； and no cozy nook for tea
As with me。
I discern the dim faces of the sleep…wrapt servants；
They are not those who tended me through feeble hours and strong；
But strangers quite； who never knew my rule here；
Who never saw me painting； never heard my softling song
Float along。
So I don't want to linger in this re…decked dwelling；
I feel too uneasy at the contrasts I behold；
And I make again for Mellstock to return here never；
And rejoin the roomy silence； and the mute and manifold
Souls of old。
1913。
A CIRCULAR
As 〃legal representative〃
I read a missive not my own；
On new designs the senders give
For clothes； in tints as shown。
Here figure blouses； gowns for tea；
And presentation…trains of state；
Charming ball…dresses； millinery；
Warranted up to date。
And this gay…pictured； spring…time shout
Of Fashion； hails what lady proud？
Her who before last year was out
Was costumed in a shroud。
A DREAM OR NO
Why go to Saint…Juliot？ What's Juliot to me？
I was but made fancy
By some necromancy
That much of my life claims the spot as its key。
Yes。 I have had dreams of that place in the West；
And a maiden abiding
Thereat as in hiding；
Fair…eyed and white…shouldered； broad…browed and brown…tressed。
And of how； coastward bound on a night long ago；
There lonely I found her；
The sea…birds around her；
And other than nigh things uncaring to know。
So sweet her life there （in my thought has it seemed）
That quickly she drew me
To take her unto me；
And lodge her long years with me。 Such have I dreamed。
But nought of that maid from Saint…Juliot I see；
Can she ever have been here；
And shed her life's sheen here；
The woman I thought a long housemate with me？
Does there even a place like Saint…Juliot exist？
Or a Vallency Valley
With stream and leafed alley；
Or Beeny； or Bos with its flounce flinging mist？
February 1913。
AFTER A JOURNEY
Hereto I come to interview a ghost；
Whither； O whither will its whim now draw me？
Up the cliff； down； till I'm lonely； lost；
And the unseen waters' ejaculations awe me。
Where you will next be there's no knowing；
Facing round about me everywhere；
With your nut…coloured hair；
And gray eyes； and rose…flush coming and going。
Yes： I have re…entered your olden haunts at last；
Through the years； through the dead scenes I have tracked you；
What have you now found to say of our past …
Viewed across the dark space wherein I have lacked you？
Summer gave us sweets； b