St Launce's Revisited

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Slip back, Time!
Yet again I am nearing
Castle and keep, uprearing
  Gray, as in my prime.


  At the inn
Smiling close, why is it
Not as on my visit
  When hope and I were twin?


  Groom and jade
Whom I found here, moulder;
Strange the tavern-holder,
  Strange the tap-maid.


  Here I hired
Horse and man for bearing
Me on my wayfaring
  To the door desired.


  Evening gloomed
I journeyed forward
To the faces shoreward,
  Till their dwelling loomed.


  If again
Towards the Atlantic sea there
I should speed, they'd be there
  Surely now as then?…


  Why waste thought,
When I know them vanished
Under earth; yea, banished
  Ever into nought.

© Thomas Hardy