Thomas Hardy - After a romantic day lyrics

  The railway bore him through    An earthen cutting out from a city:   There was no scope for view, Though the frail light shed by a slim young moon   Fell like a friendly tune.   Fell like a liquid ditty, And the blank lack of any charm   Of landscape did no harm. The bald steep cutting, rigid, rough,   And moon-lit, was enough For poetry of place: its weathered face Formed a convenient sheet whereon The visions of his mind were drawn