'WHAT'S the good of going to Ridgeway, Cerne, or Sydling Mill, Or to Yell'ham Hill, Blithely bearing Casterbridge-way As we used to do? She will no more climb up there, Or be visible anywhere In those haunts we knew.' But to-night, while walking weary, Near me seemed her shade, Come as 'twere to upbraid This my mood in deeming dreary Scenes that used to please; And, if she did come to me, Still solicitous, there may be Good in going to these. So, I'll care to roam to Ridgeway, Cerne, or Sydling Mill, Or to Yell'ham Hill, Blithely bearing Casterbridge-way As we used to do, Since her phasm may flit out there, And may greet me anywhere In those haunts we knew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF LYON by HENRY PETERSON MORTAL JEALOUSY by PHILIP AYRES LILIES: 9. BENEATH LOFTIER STARS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE PIONEER by HENRY MEADE BLAND WHITE FOXGLOVE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN SONG TO ONE WHO, WHEN I PRAIS'D MY MISTRESS' BEAUTY, SAID I WAS BLIND by THOMAS CAREW |