Poem-A-Day: The Voice by Thomas Hardy

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The Voice by Thomas Hardy Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me, Saying that now you are not as you were When you had changed from the one who was all to me, But as at first, when our day was fair. Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then, Standing as when I drew near to the town Where you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then, Even to the original air-blue gown! Or is it only the breeze in its listlessness Travelling across the wet mead to me here, You being ever dissolved to wan wistlessness, Heard no more again far or near?    Thus I; faltering forward,    Leaves around me falling, Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward,    And the woman calling.   Today's poem is in the public domain.  Poetry by Hardy Selected Poems November 17, 2012 Born in Dorsetshire, England, in 1840, Hardy began his writing career as a novelist, publishing Desperate Remedies in 1871.  Also by Hardy The Darkling Thrush During Wind and Rain To A Sea-Cliff Poem-A-Day started as a National Poetry Month program in 2006, delivering daily poems from newly-published poetry titles.   Due to popular demand, Poem-A-Day became a year-round program in 2010, featuring original, never-before-published poems by contemporary poets on weekdays, and classic poems on weekends.   Browse the Poem-A-Day archive for selections since 2010.  Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem In Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.

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