Thomas Hardy

(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928 / Dorchester / England)

My Spirit Will Not Haunt The Mound - Poem by Thomas Hardy

My spirit will not haunt the mound
Above my breast,
But travel, memory-possessed,
To where my tremulous being found
Life largest, best.

My phantom-footed shape will go
When nightfall grays
Hither and thither along the ways
I and another used to know
In backward days.

And there you'll find me, if a jot
You still should care
For me, and for my curious air;
If otherwise, then I shall not,
For you, be there.


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  • Rookie - 118 Points Brian Jani (7/12/2014 8:54:00 AM)

    very interestingly written and It captivates the reader.i enjoyed it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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