Paying Calls


Paying Calls – Thomas Hardy

I went by footpath and by stile
Beyond where bustle ends,
Strayed here a mile and there a mile
And called upon some friends

On certain ones I had not seen
For years past did I called,
And on others who had been
The oldest friends all.

It was the time of midsummer
When they had used to roam;
But now though tempting was the air,
I found them all at home.

I spoke to one and other of them
By mound and stone and tree
Of things we had done ere days were dim,
But they spoke not to me.