My spirit will not haunt the mound <br />Above my breast, <br />But travel, memory-possessed, <br />To where my tremulous being found <br />Life largest, best. <br /> <br />My phantom-footed shape will go <br />When nightfall grays <br />Hither and thither along the ways <br />I and another used to know <br />In backward days. <br /> <br />And there you'll find me, if a jot <br />You still should care <br />For me, and for my curious air; <br />If otherwise, then I shall not, <br />For you, be there.<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-spirit-will-not-haunt-the-mound/
