Thomas Hardy - The marble-streeted town lyrics

I reach the marble-streeted town,   Whose “Sound” outbreathes its air    Of sharp sea-salts; I see the movement up and down    As when she was there. Ships of all countries come and go,   The bandsmen boom in the sun    A throbbing waltz; The schoolgirls laugh along the Hoe    As when she was one. I move away as the music rolls:   The place seems not to mind    That she - of old The brightest of its native souls -    Left it behind! Over this green aforedays she   On light treads went and came,    Yea, times untold; Yet none here knows her history -    Has heard her name.