<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529453" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Castle Boterel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I drive to the junction of lane and highway, <br> And the drizzle bedrenches the waggonette, <br> I look behind at the fading byway, <br> And see on its slope, now glistening wet, <br> Distinctly yet</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Myself and a girlish form benighted<br> In dry March weather. We climb the road<br> Beside a chaise. We had just alighted<br> To ease the sturdy pony's load<br> When he sighed and slowed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What we did as we climbed, and what we talked of<br> Matters not much, nor to what it led, -<br> Something that life will not be balked of<br> Without rude reason till hope is dead, <br> And feeling fled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It filled but a minute. But was there ever<br> A time of such quality, since or before, <br> In that hill's story? To one mind never, <br> Though it has been climbed, foot-swift, foot-sore, <br> By thousands more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Primaeval rocks form the road's steep border, <br> And much have they faced there, first and last, <br> Of the transitory in Earth's long order; <br> But what they record in colour and cast<br> Is - that we two passed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And to me, though Time's unflinching rigour, <br> In mindless rote, has ruled from sight<br> The substance now, one phantom figure<br> Remains on the slope, as when that night<br> Saw us alight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I look and see it there, shrinking, shrinking, <br> I look back at it amid the rain<br> For the very last time; for my sand is sinking, <br> And I shall traverse old love's domain<br> Never again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529453" data-title="At Castle Boterel de Thomas Hardy" data-description="As I drive to the junction of lane and highway, And the drizzle bedrenches the waggonette, I look behind at the fading byway, And see on its slope, now glistening wet, Distinctly yet Myself and a girlish form benighted In dry March wea..."></div> </div> </div>

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