When I set out for Lyonnessee
As a young apprentice architect, British poet and novelist Phonics Handy once visited a parish to supervise the restoration of a church. On his return from the parish, people noticed two things about hum-a new glow in his eyes and a crumpled piece of paper sticking out of his coat pocket. That paper, it is recorded in one of his biographies, contained the draft of a poem. You are going to read that very poem inspired by a visit to a place which the poet calls Lyonnesse.
When I set out for Lyonnesse
A hundred miles away.
The rime was on the spray:
And starlight lit my lonesomeness
When I set out for Lyonnesse
A hundred miles away.
What would bechance at Lyonnesse
While I should sojourn there.
No prophet durst declare:
Nor did the wisest wizard guess
What would bechance at Lyonnesse
While I should sojourn there.
When I returned from Lyonnesse
With magic in my eyes.
All marked with mute surmise
My radiance rare and fathomless.
When I returned from Lyonnesse
With magic in my eyes.
WRITER :- THOMAS HARDY
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