My Spirit Will Not Haunt the Mound by Thomas Hardy

My Spirit Will Not Haunt the Mound

By Thomas Hardy

My Spirit Will Not Haunt the Mound

By Thomas Hardy

My spirit will not haunt the mound

Above my breast,

But travel, memory-possessed,

To where my tremulous being found

Life largest, best.

My phantom-footed shape will go

When nightfall grays

Hither and thither along the ways

I and another used to know

In backward days.

And there you'll find me, if a jot

You still should care

For me, and for my curious air;

If otherwise, then I shall not,

For you, be there.