Poem by Thomas Hardy

Lying Awake

You, Morningtide Star, now are steady-eyed, over the east,
I know it as if I saw you;
You, Beeches, engrave on the sky your thin twigs, even the least;
Had I paper and pencil I’d draw you.

You, Meadow, are white with your counterpane cover of dew,
I see it as if I were there;
You, Churchyard, are lightening faint from the shade of the yew,
The names creeping out everywhere.

1. To Carrey Clavel
2. Squire Hooper
3. The Vampirine Fair
4. O I Won’t Lead a Homely Life
5. The Fight on Durnover Moor

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