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'when I Set Out For Lyonnesse' Post by :Eric_Hall Category :Poems Author :Thomas Hardy Date :December 2010 Read :1043

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"when I Set Out For Lyonnesse"

When I set out for Lyonnesse,
A hundred miles away,
The rime was on the spray,
And starlight lit my lonesomeness
When I set out for Lyonnesse
A hundred miles away.

What would bechance at Lyonnesse
While I should sojourn there
No prophet durst declare,
Nor did the wisest wizard guess
What would bechance at Lyonnesse
While I should sojourn there.

When I came back from Lyonnesse
With magic in my eyes,
None managed to surmise
What meant my godlike gloriousness,
When I came back from Lyonnesse
With magic in my eyes.


(The end)
Thomas Hardy's poem: "When I Set Out For Lyonnesse"

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