Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON STINSFORD HILL AT MIDNIGHT, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I glimpsed a woman's muslined form Last Line: And had no heed of me. | ||||||||
I GLIMPSED a woman's muslined form Sing-songing airily Against the moon; and still she sang, And took no heed of me. Another trice, and I beheld What first I had not scanned, That now and then she tapped and shook A timbrel in her hand. So late the hour, so white her drape, So strange the look it lent To that blank hill, I could not guess What phantastry it meant. Then burst I forth: "Why such from you? Are you so happy now?" Her voice swam on; nor did she show Thought of me anyhow. I called again: "Come nearer; much That kind of note I need!" The song kept softening, loudening on, In placid calm unheed. "What home is yours now?" then I said "You seem to have no care." But the wild wavering tune went forth As if I had not been there. "This world is dark, and where you are," I said, "I cannot be!" But still the happy one sang on, And had no heed of me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEN WHO MARCH AWAY' (SONG OF THE SOLDIERS) by THOMAS HARDY A BROKEN APPOINTMENT by THOMAS HARDY A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY; CHRISTMAS-EVE 1899 by THOMAS HARDY A THOUGHT IN TWO MOODS by THOMAS HARDY A THUNDERSTORM IN TOWN by THOMAS HARDY A TRAMPWOMAN'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS HARDY A WIFE IN LONDON by THOMAS HARDY ACCORDING TO THE MIGHTY WORKING by THOMAS HARDY |
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