At Castle Boterel

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Richard Burton - Pop

At Castle Boterel

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As I drive to the junction of lane and highway And the drizzle bedrenches the waggonette I look behind at the fading byway And see on its slope, now glistening wet Distinctly yet Myself and a girlish form benighted In dry March weather. We climb the road Beside a chaise. We had just alighted To ease the sturdy pony's load When he sighed and slowed What we did as we climbed, and what we talked of Matters not much, nor to what it lеd, — Something that life will not be balkеd of Without rude reason till hope is dead And feeling fled It filled but a minute. But was there ever A time of such quality, since or before In that hill's story? To one mind never Though it has been climbed, foot-swift, foot-sore By thousands more Primaeval rocks form the road's steep border And much have they faced there, first and last Of the transitory in Earth's long order; But what they record in colour and cast Is — that we two passed And to me, though Time's unflinching rigour In mindless rote, has ruled from sight The substance now, one phantom figure Remains on the slope, as when that night Saw us alight I look and see it there, shrinking, shrinking I look back at it amid the rain For the very last time; for my sand is sinking And I shall traverse old love's domain Never again

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  • Thomas Hardy