Thomas Hardy — As ’twere to-night

As ’twere to-night, in the brief space        &nbsp Of a far eventime,        &nbspMy spirit rang achime At vision of a girl of grace; As ’twere to-night, in the brief space        &nbsp Of a far eventime. As ’twere at noontide of to-morrow        &nbsp I airily walked and talked,        &nbsp And wondered as I walked What it could mean, this soar from sorrow; As ’twere at noontide of to-morrow        &nbsp I airily walked and talked. As ’twere at waning of this week        &nbsp Broke a new life on me;        &nbsp Trancings of bliss to be In some dim dear land soon to seek; As ’twere at waning of this week        &nbsp Broke a new life on me!