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Poem by Thomas Hardy


A Woman Driving


How she held up the horses heads,
Firm-lipped, with steady rein,
Down that grim steep the coastguard treads,
Till all was safe again!

With form erect and keen contour
She passed against the sea,
And, dipping into the chines obscure,
Was seen no more by me.

To others she appeared anew
At times of dusky light,
But always, so they told, withdrew
From close and curious sight.

Some said her silent wheels would roll
Rutless on softest loam,
And even that her steeds footfall
Sank not upon the foam.

Where drives she now? It may be where
No mortal horses are,
But in a chariot of the air
Towards some radiant star.



Thomas Hardy


Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. At the Aquatic Sports
  2. On the Tune Called the Old-Hundred-and-Fourth
  3. Intra Sepulchrum
  4. The Seven Times
  5. An Ancient to Ancients


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