Thomas Hardy — To a well-named dwelling

Glad old house of lichened stonework, What I owed you in my lone work,        &nbsp Noon and night! Whensoever faint or ailing, Letting go my grasp and failing,        &nbsp You lent light. How by that fair title came you? Did some forward eye so name you        &nbsp Knowing that one, Sauntering down his century blindly, Would remark your sound, so kindly,        &nbsp And be won? Smile in sunlight, sleep in moonlight, Bask in April, May, and June-light,        &nbsp Zephyr-fanned; Let your chambers show no sorrow, Blanching day, or stuporing morrow,        &nbsp While they stand.