--Thomas HardyHe does not think that I haunt here nightly :How shall I let him knowThat whither his fancy sets him wanderingI, too, alertly go?—Hover and hover a few feet from himJust as I used to do,But cannot answer the words he lifts me—Only listen thereto!When I could answer he did not say them:When I could let him knowHow I would like to join in his journeysSeldom he wished to go.Now that he goes and wants me with himMore than he used to do,Never he sees my faithful phantomThough he speaks thereto.Yes, I companion him to placesOnly dreamers know,Where the shy hares print 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 knowIf he but sigh since my loss befell himStraight to his side I go.Tell him a faithful one is doingAll that love can doStill that his path may be worth pursuing,And to bring peace thereto.
2023-01-22
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