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'my Spirit Will Not Haunt The Mound' Post by :RichRick Category :Poems Author :Thomas Hardy Date :December 2010 Read :2686

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"my Spirit Will Not Haunt The Mound"

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.


(The end)
Thomas Hardy's poem: "My Spirit Will Not Haunt The Mound"

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