XVI
And the spirits of those who were homing
Passed on, rushingly,
Like the Wind;
And the whirr of their wayfaring thinned
And surceased on the sky, and but left in the gloaming
Sea-mutterings and me.
And the spirits of those who were homing
Passed on, rushingly,
Like the Wind;
And the whirr of their wayfaring thinned
And surceased on the sky, and but left in the gloaming
Sea-mutterings and me.
Thomas Hardy - Poems of the Past and Present
