The Voice by Thomas Hardy
b'Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\n\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------------\\n\\nThe Voice\\nby Thomas Hardy (1840 \\u2013 1928)\\n\\nWoman much missed, how you call to me, call to me, \\nSaying that now you are not as you were \\nWhen you had changed from the one who was all to me, \\nBut as at first, when our day was fair. \\n \\nCan it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then, \\nStanding as when I drew near to the town \\nWhere you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then, \\nEven to the original air-blue gown! \\n \\nOr is it only the breeze, in its listlessness \\nTravelling across the wet mead to me here, \\nYou being ever consigned to existlessness, \\nHeard no more again far or near? \\n \\nThus I; faltering forward, \\nLeaves around me falling, \\nWind oozing thin through the thorn from norward \\nAnd the woman calling.'