In years defaced and lost, <br /> Two sat here, transport-tossed, <br /> Lit by a living love <br />The wilted world knew nothing of: <br /> Scared momently <br /> By gaingivings, <br /> Then hoping things <br /> That could not be. <br /> <br /> Of love and us no trace <br /> Abides upon the place; <br /> The sun and shadows wheel, <br />Season and season sereward steal; <br /> Foul days and fair <br /> Here, too, prevail, <br /> And gust and gale <br /> As everywhere. <br /> <br /> But lonely shepherd souls <br /> Who bask amid these knolls <br /> May catch a faery sound <br />On sleepy noontides from the ground: <br /> "O not again <br /> Till Earth outwears <br /> Shall love like theirs <br /> Suffuse this glen!"<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-spot/