IN vision I roamed the flashing… So fierce in blazon that the Nigh… As though with an awed sense of su… And as I thought my spirit ranged… In footless traverse through ghast…

They bear him to his resting-place… In slow procession sweeping by; I follow at a stranger’€™s space; His kindred they, his sweetheart… Unchanged my gown of garish dye,

'There is not much that I can do, For I’ve no money that’s quite my… Spoke up the pitying child— A little boy with a violin At the station before the train ca…

I LOOK into my glass, And view my wasting skin, And say, “Would God it came to pa… My heart had shrunk as thin!” For then, I, undistrest

By Mellstock Lodge and Avenue    Towards her door I went, And sunset on her window-panes    Reflected our intent. The creeper on the gable nigh

A Whimsey AH, child, thou art but half thy… Hers couldst thou wholly be, My light in thee would outglow all… She would relive to me.

On Monday night I closed my door, And thought you were not as hereto… And little cared if we met no more… I seemed on Tuesday night to trac… Something beyond mere commonplace

Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk, With an old horse that stumbles an… Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame

Come again to the place Where your presence was as a leaf… Down a drouthy way whose ascent be… The bloom on the farer’s face. Come again, with the feet

A plain tilt-bonnet on her head She took the path across the leaze… —Her spouse the vicar, gardening,… ‘Too dowdy that, for coquetries, So I can hoe at ease.’

I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, a… From rail—track and from highway,… In field and farmstead many an anc… Of local lineage like “Thu bist,”… “Ich woll,” “Er sholl,” and by—ta…

   There dwells a mighty pair -    Slow, statuesque, intense -    Amid the vague Immense: None can their chronicle declare,    Nor why they be, nor whence.,h…

(Durlston Head) Lend me an ear While I read you here A page from your history, Old cliff—not known

"O passenger, pray list and catch    Our sighs and piteous groans, Half stifled in this jumbled patch    Of wrenched memorial stones! "We late-lamented, resting here,

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the… “Now they are all on their knees,” An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease. We pictured the meek mild creature…