Thomas Hardy - He Follows Himself lyrics

In a heavy time I dogged myself   Along a louring way, Till my leading self to my following self   Said: “Why do you hang on me    So hara**ingly?” “I have watched you, Heart of mine,” I cried,   “So often going astray And leaving me, that I have pursued,   Feeling such truancy    Ought not to be.” He said no more, and I dogged him on   From noon to the dun of day By prowling paths, until anew   He begged: “Please turn and flee! -    What do you see?” “Methinks I see a man,” said I,   “Dimming his hours to gray. I will not leave him while I know   Part of myself is he    Who dreams such dree!” “I go to my old friend's house,” he urged,   “So do not watch me, pray!” “Well, I will leave you in peace,” said I,   “Though of this poignancy    You should fight free: “Your friend, O other me, is dead;   You know not what you say.” - “That do I! And at his green-gra**ed door   By night's bright galaxy    I bend a knee.” - The yew-plumes moved like mockers' beards,   Though only boughs were they, And I seemed to go; yet still was there,   And am, and there haunt we    Thus bootlessly.