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Book: Wessex Poems and Other Verses

PREFACE

Of the miscellaneous collection of verse that follows, only four
pieces have been published, though many were written long ago, and
other partly written.  In some few cases the verses were turned into
prose and printed as such, it having been unanticipated at that time
that they might see the light.

Whenever an ancient and legitimate word of the district, for which
there was no equivalent in received English, suggested itself as the
most natural, nearest, and often only expression of a thought, it has
been made use of, on what seemed good grounds.

The pieces are in a large degree dramatic or personative in
conception; and this even where they are not obviously so.

The dates attached to some of the poems do not apply to the rough
sketches given in illustration, which have been recently made, and,
as may be surmised, are inserted for personal and local reasons
rather than for their intrinsic qualities.

T. H.
September 1898.

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  • I MARKED her ruined hues,
    Her custom-straitened views,
    32 lines
  • IN vision I roamed the flashing Firmament,
    So fierce in blazon that the Night waxed wan,
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • THE years have gathered grayly
    Since I danced upon this leaze
    24 lines
  • WHEN you paced forth, to wait maternity,
    A dream of other offspring held my mind,
    14 lines
  • WILLIAM Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough,
    Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's,
    41 lines
  • SNOW-BOUND in woodland, a mournful word,
    Dropt now and then from the bill of a bird,
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • Pale beech and pine-tree blue, 
      Set in one clay, 
    43 lines
  • YOUR troubles shrink not, though I feel them less
          Here, far away, than when I tarried near;
    15 lines, 2 comments
  • WHEN I look forth at dawning, pool,
    Field, flock, and lonely tree,
    28 lines
  • WE stood by a pond that winter day,
    And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
    16 lines, 2 comments
  •     I LOOK into my glass,
          And view my wasting skin,
    13 lines, 1 comment
  • THE two were silent in a sunless church,
    Whose mildewed walls, uneven paving-stones,
    16 lines, 3 comments
  • I will be faithful to thee; aye, I will! 
      And Death shall choose me with a wondering eye 
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • THOUGH I waste watches framing words to fetter
    Some spirit to mine own in clasp and kiss,
    14 lines
  • We passed where flag and flower
    Signalled a jocund throng;
    24 lines
  • BENEATH a knap where flown
    Nestlings play,
    45 lines
  • WHEN we as strangers sought
    Their catering care,
    40 lines, 1 comment
  • WHEN Lawyers strive to heal a breach,
    And Parsons practise what they preach;
    22 lines
  • THERE were two youths of equal age,
    Wit, station, strength, and parentage;
    105 lines
  • We trenched, we trumpeted and drummed,
    And from our mortars tons of iron hummed
    56 lines
  • Not a line of her writing have I
    Not a thread of her hair,
    25 lines
  • Why Sergeant, stray on the Ivel Way,
    As though at home there were spectres rife?
    70 lines
  • When you shall see me lined by tool of Time, 
      My lauded beauties carried off from me, 
    15 lines
  • O My trade it is the rarest one,
    Simple shepherds all--
    15 lines, 1 comment
  • WHEN, soul in soul reflected,
    We breathed an æthered air,
    32 lines
  • THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest,
    And still I mused on that Thing imminent:
    69 lines
  • SHOW thee as I thought thee
    When I early sought thee,
    31 lines
  • "Old Norbert with the flat blue cap--
    A German said to be--
    144 lines
  • Offended by a Book of the Writer's
    NOW that my page upcloses, doo
    15 lines
  • In a ferny byway
    Near the great South-Wessex Highway,
    117 lines
  • That from this bright believing band
    An outcast I should be,
    33 lines
  • 'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went
    By the way of the Western Wall, so drear
    135 lines
  • "THY husband--poor, poor Heart!--is dead--
    Dead, out by Moreford Rise;
    32 lines
  • TO Jenny came a gentle youth
    From inland leazes lone;
    161 lines
  • She sought the Studios, beckoning to her side
    An arch-designer, for she planned to build.
    61 lines
  • THREE captains went to Indian wars,
    And only one returned:
    28 lines
  • BEFORE we part to alien thoughts and aims,
    Permit the one brief word the occasion claims;
    40 lines
  • I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry,
    The day-tides many-shaped and hued;
    48 lines
  • CHANGE and chancefulness in my flowering youthtime,
    Set me sun by sun near to one unchosen;
    30 lines
  • "Alive?"--And I leapt in my wonder,
    Was faint of my joyance
    124 lines
  • Upon a poet’s page I wrote
    Of old two letters of her name;
    8 lines, 2 comments
  • UPON a noon I pilgrimed through
    A pasture, mile by mile,
    56 lines
  • Good Father!… ’Twas an eve in middle June,
    And war was waged anew
    174 lines
  • I LONGED to love a full-boughed beech
    And be as high as he:
    24 lines
  • Perhaps, long hence, when I have passed away,
      Some other’s feature, accent, thought like mine, 
    15 lines
  • AS evening shaped I found me on a moor
    Which sight could scarce sustain:
    28 lines
  • Ah, child, thou art but half thy darling mother’s; 
      Hers couldst thou wholly be, 
    16 lines
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