Her Initials

Upon a poet’s page I wrote
Of old two letters of her name;
Part seemed she of the effulgent thought
Whence that high singer’s rapture came.

—When now I turn the leaf the same
Immortal light illumes the lay,
But from the letters of her name
The radiance has waned away!

Credit

This poem is in the public domain.

About this Poem

This poem appeared in Selected Poems of Thomas Hardy (Macmillan, 1916).