I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, a… From rail—track and from highway,… In field and farmstead many an anc… Of local lineage like “Thu bist,”… “Ich woll,” “Er sholl,” and by—ta…

I wandered to a crude coast Like a ghost; Upon the hills I saw fires - Funeral pyres Seemingly - and heard breaking

He enters, and mute on the edge of… Sits a thin—faced lady, a stranger… A type of decayed gentility; And by some small signs he well ca… That she comes to him almost break…

He bends his travel-tarnished feet    To where she wastes in clay: From day-dawn until eve he fares    Along the wintry way; From day-dawn until eve repairs

He paused on the sill of a door aj… That screened a lively liquor-bar, For the name had reached him throu… Of her he had married the week bef… 'We called her the Hack of the Pa…

Breathe not, hid Heart: cease sil… And though thy birth-hour beckons… Sleep the long sleep: The Doomsters heap Travails and teens around us here,

At nine in the morning there passe… At ten there passed me by the sea, At twelve a town of smoke and smir… At two a forest of oak and birch, And then, on a platform, she:

In Memory of one of the Writer’s… with Napoleon In a ferny byway Near the great South-Wessex High… A homestead raised its breakfast-s…

When wilt thou wake, O Mother, wa… As one who, held in trance, has la… By vacant rote and prepossession s… The coils that thou hast wrought u… Wherein have place, unrealized by…

The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in…    To join the anonymous host Of those that throng oblivion; ced…    To one of like degree.

Queer are the ways of a man I kno… He comes and stands In a careworn craze, And looks at the sands And in the seaward haze

Past the hills that peep Where the leaze is smiling, On and on beguiling Crisply-cropping sheep; Under boughs of brushwood

In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planne… Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires,