Thomas Hardy




Welcome Home

       Back to my native place
       Bent upon returning,
       Bosom all day burning
       To be where my race
Well were known, 'twas keen with me
There to dwell in amity.

       Folk had sought their beds,
       But I hailed: to view me
       Under the moon, out to me
       Several pushed their heads,
And to each I told my name,
Plans, and that therefrom I came.

       ‘Did you? . . . Ah, 'tis true
       Said they, back a long time,
       Here had spent his young time,
       Some such man as you . . .
Good-night.’ The casement closed again,
And I was left in the frosty lane.