special guest blogger thomas hardy

When I set out for Lyonesse
A hundred miles away
The rime was on the spray
And starlight lit my lonesomeness
When I set out for Lyonesse
A hundred miles away

What would bechance at Lyonesse
While I should sojourn there
No prophet durst declare
Nor did the wisest wizard guess
What would bechance at Lyonesse
While I should sojourn there

When I came back from Lyonesse
With magic in my eyes
All marked with mute surmise
My radiance rare and fathomless
When I came back from Lyonesse
With magic in my eyes