Thoas Hardy
I went by the Druid stone
That broodsthe garden white and lone,
And I sped and looked at the shiftg shadows,
That at so onts fall thereon
Fro the tree hard by with a rhythic sg,
And they shapedy iagg
To the shade that a well-known head and shoulders
Threw there when she was gardeng.
I thought her behd y back,
Yea, her I long had learo ck,
And I said：“I a sure you are standg behd ,
Though how do you get to this old track？”
And there was no sound but the fall of a leaf
As a sad response; and to keep down y grief
I would not turn y head to disver
That there was nothgy belief.
Yet I wao look and see
That nobody stood at the back of ;
But I thought once ore：“Nay, Ill not unvision
A shape which, sohow, there ay be.”
So I went on softly fro the gde,
A her behdthrog her shade,
As she were deed all apparition—
My head unturned lest y drea should fade.