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“'In Vision I Roamed'” was originally published in Wessex Poems and Other Verses (Harper & Brothers, 1898) and republished in Collected Poems of Thomas Hardy (The Macmillan Company, 1925). 

“In Vision I Roamed”


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In vision I roamed the flashing Firmament,
So fierce in blazon that the Night waxed wan,
As though with awe at orbs of such ostént;
And as I thought my spirit ranged on and on

In footless traverse through ghast heights of sky,
To the last chambers of the monstrous Dome,
Where stars the brightest here are lost to the eye:
Then, any spot on our own Earth seemed Home!

And the sick grief that you were far away
Grew pleasant thankfulness that you were near,
Who might have been, set on some foreign Sphere,
Less than a Want to me, as day by day
I lived unware, uncaring all that lay
Locked in that Universe taciturn and drear.
 

 

This poem is in the public domain. 

This poem is in the public domain. 

Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy, whose books include Tess of the d'Urbervilles and Jude the Obscure, was one of the most influentual novelists and poets of England's Victorian era.

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We pictured the meek mild creatures where
    They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
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(For day was not yet done,
And night still unbegun)
Leaning by the dial.

After many a trial—
We all silent there—
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Throwing a shade to where
Time travelled at that minute.

Little saw we in it,
But this much I know,
Of lookers on that shade
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Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town? 
And whence such fair garments, such prosperi-ty?"--
"O didn't you know I'd been ruined?" said she.

--"You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks,
Tired of digging potatoes, and spudding up docks;
And now you'