Poem by Thomas Hardy

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!

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