Thomas Hardy

Moments of Vision Thomas Hardy

Book Excerpt: ... From beginnings so small; But I rose as if quicked by a spurI was bound to obey, And stepped through the casement to herStill alone in the gray."I am leaving you . . . Farewell!" I said, As I followed her onBy an alley bare boughs overspread;"I soon must be gone!"Even then the scale might have been turnedAgainst love by a feather, - But crimson one cheek of hers burnedWhen we came in together. FIRST SIGHT OF HER AND AFTERA day is drawing to its fallI had not dreamed to see; The first of many to enthrallMy spirit, will it be?Or is this eve the end of allSuch new delight for me?