Woman Much Missed, how you call to me, call to me! By Anita Mathias I love this poem, especially its haunting use of repetition! 151. The Voice By Thomas Hardy WOMAN much missed, how you call to me, call to me, Saying that now you are not as you were When you had changed from the one who was all to me, But as at first, when our day was fair. Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then, 5 Standing as when I drew near to the town Where you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then, Even to the original air-blue gown! Or is it only the breeze, in its listlessness Travelling across the wet mead to me here, 10 You being ever consigned to existlessness, Heard no more again far or near? Thus I; faltering forward, Leaves around me falling, Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward 15 And the woman calling. 10 15 Bookmark this on Delicious First Name: Email address: By ticking this box you consent to the information you provide on this form being used to keep in touch with you and to provide updates. View our Privacy Policy. Leave this field empty if you're human: More from my siteThe Gift of the Magi, by O. HenryGod in the cracks: A year in an earthquake zone: Christchurch, New Zealand. (Guest Post by Claudia McFie)A lovely walk in the CountryPangur Ban–A gorgeous and delightful bit of marginaliaOn Magic, Moonshine, Personal Change, and Healing in the Body of Christ Share this...FacebookTwitter