Thomas Hardy
They would not come
I travelled to where in her lifetime
  She’d knelt at morning prayer,
  To call her up as if there;
But she paid no heed to my suing,
As though her old haunt could win not
  A thought from her spirit, or care.
I went where my friend had lectioned
  The prophets in high declaim,
  That my soul’s ear the same
Full tones should catch as aforetime;
But silenced by gear of the Present
  Was the voice that once there came!
Where the ocean had sprayed our banquet
  I stood, to recall it as then:
  The same eluding again!
No vision. Shows contingent
Affrighted it further from me
  Even than from my home-den.
When I found them no responders,
  But fugitives prone to flee
  From where they had used to be,
It vouched I had been led hither
As by night wisps in bogland,
  And bruised the heart of me!