Thomas Hardy inspired this small poem.
Here Again, We'll Never Meet
We met one night in a mossy glen;
A tree covered path, a grassy lea.
Witnessed by a warbling wren,
Yet here again, I'll never be.
In a bed of leaves we whispered love;
A gentle breeze cooling and sweet.
Winged creatures circling above,
Yet, here again, we'll never meet.
The wrens must be gloomy now;
Fluttering impossibly to fill the space.
The squirrels chatter on the bough,
Bemoaning the loneliness of this place.