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"The Voice" is a poem by English author Thomas Hardy, which was published in ''Satires of Circumstance'' 1914. ==The Voice== :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 it's 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. December 1912 抄文引用元・出典: フリー百科事典『 ウィキペディア（Wikipedia）』 ■ウィキペディアで「The Voice (poetry collection)」の詳細全文を読む スポンサード リンク
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