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,
All marked with mute surmise
My radiance rare and fathomless,
When I came back from Lyonnesse
With magic in my eyes!

by Thomas Hardy

Comments (2)

nice and understandable
It is is it not a most remarkable thing, that when one of Hardies novels ran into controversy, he turned to poetry and gave us some of the best poetry of his time. I don't think he wrote another novel after that. But his novels portray Wessex as it was then and are most valuable in the history of Dorset. Daphne