Thomas Hardy — Before Knowledge

When I walked roseless tracks and wide, Ere dawned your date for meeting me, O why did you not cry Halloo Across the stretch between, and say: "We move, while years as yet divide, On closing lines which—though it be You know me not nor I know you - Will intersect and join some day!"         Then well I had borne         Each scraping thorn;         But the winters froze,         And grew no rose;         No bridge bestrode         The gap at all;         No shape you showed,         And I heard no call!