Thomas Hardy (1840–1928). Wessex Poems and Other Verses. 1898.
31. Her Immortality
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A pasture, mile by mile,
Unto the place where I last saw
My dead Love’s living smile.
Upon the heated sod:
It seemed as if my body pressed
The very ground she trod.
She came and stood me by—
The same, even to the marvellous ray
That used to light her eye.
My faithful one,” she said,
In voice that had the moving tone
It bore in maidenhead.
Few now remember me;
My husband clasps another bride;
My children mothers she.
Care not to meet my sprite:
Who prized me most I did not know
Till I passed down from sight.”
I need thy smile alway:
I’ll use this night my ball or blade,
And join thee ere the day.”
Which parted to dissuade:
“That cannot be, O friend,” she cried;
“Think, I am but a Shade!
Has immortality;
By living, me you keep alive,
By dying you slay me.
Of sweet continuance here;
On your fidelity I count
Through many a coming year.”
So suddenly confessed:
Dismissing late distaste for life,
I craved its bleak unrest.
To lengthen out thy days
I’ll guard me from minutest harms
That may invest my ways!”
Oft when her birth-moon climbs,
Or at the seasons’ ingresses
Or anniversary times;
Through whom alone lives she,
Ceases my Love, her words, her ways,
Never again to be!