This after sunset is a sight for seeing
Cliff heads of craggy cloud surrounding it
And dwell you in that glory-show?
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