Wednesday, February 5, 2020

FIRST SIGHT OF HER AND AFTER ~








First Sight of Her and After





A day is drawing to its fall

   I had not dreamed to see;

The first of many to enthrall

   My spirit, will it be?

Or is this eve the end of all

   Such new delight for me?



I journey home: the patterns grow

   Of moonshades on the way:

'Soon the first quarter, I suppose,'

   Sky-glancing travellers say;

I realize that it, for those,

   Has been a common day.




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Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)