This after sunset is a sight for seeing

Cliff heads of craggy cloud surrounding it

And dwell you in that glory-show?

You may

For there are strange strange things in being Stranger than I know.

Yet if that chasm of splendor claim your presence which glows between the ash cloud and the dun

How changed must be your mortal mould!

Changed to a firmament-riding earthless essence

From what you were of old

All too unlike the fond and fragile creature then known to me

Well, shall I say it plain?

I would not have you thus & there

But still would grieve on, missing you

Still feature you as the one you were.

He Prefers Her Earthly

Poem by Thomas Hardy Images curated by Lady Elle

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