She sped through the door And, following in haste, And stirred to the core, I entered hot-faced; But I could not find her, No sign was behind her. 'Where is she?' I said: "Who?" they asked that sat there; "Not a soul's come in sight." 'A maid with red hair.' "Ah." They paled. "She is dead. People see her at night, But you are the first On whom she has burst In the keen common light." It was ages ago, When I was quite strong: I have waited since,—O, I have waited so long! Yea, I set me to own The house, where now lone I dwell in void rooms Booming hollow as tombs! But I never come near her, Though nightly I hear her. And my cheek has grown thin And my hair has grown gray With this waiting therein; But she still keeps away!
This poem is in the public domain.
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. He died on January 11, 1928.
Date Published: 1917-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/glimpse