 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
“MY SPIRIT WILL NOT HAUNT THE MOUND”
My spirit will not haunt the mound
Above my breast,
But travel, memory-possessed,
To where my tremulous being found
Life largest, best.
Above my breast,
But travel, memory-possessed,
To where my tremulous being found
Life largest, best.
My phantom-footed shape will go
When nightfall grays
Hither and thither along the ways
I and another used to know
In backward days.
When nightfall grays
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I and another used to know
In backward days.
And there you'll find me, if a jot
You still should care
For me, and for my curious air;
If otherwise, then I shall not,
For you, be there.
You still should care
For me, and for my curious air;
If otherwise, then I shall not,
For you, be there.
| Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | |