Thomas Hardy — I worked no wile to meet you

I worked no wile to meet you,        &nbsp My sight was set elsewhere, I sheered about to shun you,        &nbsp And lent your life no care. I was unprimed to greet you        &nbsp At such a date and place, Constraint alone had won you        &nbsp Vision of my strange face! You did not seek to see me        &nbsp Then or at all, you said, - Meant passing when you neared me,        &nbsp But stumblingblocks forbade. You even had thought to flee me,        &nbsp By other mindings moved; No influent star endeared me,        &nbsp Unknown, unrecked, unproved! What, then, was there to tell us        &nbsp The flux of flustering hours Of their own tide would bring us        &nbsp By no device of ours To where the daysprings well us        &nbsp Heart-hydromels that cheer, Till Time enearth and swing us        &nbsp Round with the turning sphere.