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When I Set Out For Lyonnesse

When I set out for Lyonnesse,    A hundred miles away,    The rime was on the spray,  And starlight lit my lonesomeness  When I set out for Lyonnesse    A hundred miles away.  What would bechance at Lyonnesse    While I should sojourn there    No prophet durst declare,  Nor did the wisest wizard guess  What would bechance at Lyonnesse    While I should sojourn there.  When I came back from Lyonnesse    With magic in my eyes,    All marked with mute surmise  My radiance rare and fathomless,  When I came back from Lyonnesse    With magic in my eyes!

Composition Date:1870.

The lyrical form of this poem is abbaab.1.

The 1914 edition lacks the date \

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Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy OM (2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928) was an English novelist and poet. A Victorian realist in the tradition of George Eliot, he was i…
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