First Sight Of Her And After - Thomas Hardy

A day is drawing to its fall
I had not dreamed to see;
The first of many to enthrall
My spirit, will it be?
Or is this eve the end of all
Such new delight for me?

I journey home: the pattern grows
Of moonshades on the way:
"Soon the first quarter, I suppose,"
Sky-glancing travellers say;
I realize that it, for those,
Has been a common day.

At The Word 'Farewell'
First Sight Of Her And After
Before Knowledge
A Kiss
By The Runic Stone
Dew
I Would Live In Your Love
April Song
The Wanderer
Answered
Love's Language
The Lover's Resolution
Love Will Find Out The Way