Dr Iain McGilchrist | Daily Poetry Readings #295: The Voice by Thomas Hardy read by Dr Iain McGilchrist @DrIainMcGilchrist | Uploaded February 2021 | Updated October 2024, 3 hours ago.
Part 295 of a daily series of readings of his favourite poetry by Dr Iain McGilchrist, author of The Master and His Emissary. Today's poem is The Voice by Thomas Hardy.

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~ The Voice by Thomas Hardy ~

Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
Saying that now you are not as you were
When you had changed from the one who was all to me,
But as at first, when our day was fair.

Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then,
Standing as when I drew near to the town
Where you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then,
Even to the original air-blue gown!

Or is it only the breeze, in its listlessness
Travelling across the wet mead to me here,
You being ever dissolved to wan wistlessness,
Heard no more again far or near?

Thus I; faltering forward,
Leaves around me falling,
Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward,
And the woman calling.