SOME "OTHER" SHADOWS TO CONSIDER, AS WELL

The Shadow on the Stone

BY THOMAS HARDY

I went by the Druid stone

That broods in the garden white and lone,

And I stopped and looked at the shifting shadows

That at some moments fall thereon

From the tree hard by with a rhythmic swing,

And they shaped in my imagining

To the shade that a well-known head and shoulders

Threw there when she was gardening…

I thought her behind my back,

Yea, her I long had learned to lack,

And I said: ‘I am sure you are standing behind me,

Though how do you get into this old track?’

And there was no sound but the fall of a leaf

As a sad response; and to keep down grief

I would not turn my head to discover

That there was nothing in my belief.

Yet I wanted to look and see

That nobody stood at the back of me;

But I thought once more: ‘Nay, I’ll not un-vision

A shape which, somehow, there may be'.

So I went on softly from the glade,

And left her behind me throwing her shade,

As she were indeed an apparition—

My head unturned

(Lest my dream should fade)…