Poem by Thomas Hardy

The Shiver

Five lone clangs from the house-clock nigh,
And I woke with a sigh:
Stars wore west like a slow tide flowing,
And my lover had told yesternight of his going, –
That at this gray hour he’d be hasting by,

Starting betimes on a journey afar: –
So, casement ajar,
I eyed in the upland pasture his figure,
A dim dumb speck, growing darker and bigger,
Then smalling to nought where the nut-trees are.

He could not bend his track to my window, he’d said,
Being hurried ahead:
But I wished he had tried to! – and then felt a shiver,
Corpse-cold, as he sank toward the town by the river;
And back I went sadly and slowly to bed.

What meant my shiver while seeing him pass
As a dot on the grass
I surmised not then. But later I knew it
When came again he; and my words outdrew it,
As said he: ‘It’s hard for your bearing, alas!

‘But I’ve seen, I have clasped, where the smart ships plough,
One of far brighter brow.
A sea-goddess. Shiver not. One far rarer
In gifts than I find thee; yea, warmer and fairer: –
I seek her again; and I love you not now.’

1. A Victorian Rehearsal
2. The Month’s Calendar
3. The Dead Bastard
4. The Orphaned Old Maid
5. Music in a Snowy Street

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