Thomas Hardy - The Second Night lyrics

I missed one night, but the next I went;   It was gusty above, and clear; She was there, with the look of one ill-content,   And said: “Do not come near!” - “I am sorry last night to have failed you here,   And now I have travelled all day; And it's long rowing back to the West-Hoe Pier,   So brief must be my stay.” - “O man of mystery, why not say   Out plain to me all you mean? Why you missed last night, and must now away   Is - another has come between!” - “ O woman so mocking in mood and mien,   So be it!” I replied: “And if I am due at a differing scene   Before the dark has died, “'Tis that, unresting, to wander wide   Has ever been my plight, And at least I have met you at Cremyll side   If not last eve, to-night.” - “You get small rest - that read I quite;   And so do I, maybe; Though there's a rest hid safe from sight   Elsewhere awaiting me!” A mad star crossed the sky to the sea,   Wasting in sparks as it streamed, And when I looked to where stood she   She had changed, much changed, it seemed: The sparks of the star in her pupils gleamed,   She was vague as a vapour now, And ere of its meaning I had dreamed   She'd vanished - I knew not how. I stood on, long; each cliff-top bough,   Like a cynic nodding there, Moved up and down, though no man's brow   But mine met the wayward air. Still stood I, wholly unaware   Of what had come to pa**, Or had brought the secret of my new Fair   To my old Love, alas! I went down then by crag and gra**   To the boat wherein I had come. Said the man with the oars: “This news of the la**   Of Edgcumbe, is sharp for some! “Yes: found this daybreak, stiff and numb   On the shore here, whither she'd sped To meet her lover last night in the glum,   And he came not, ‘tis said. “And she leapt down, heart-hit. Pity she's dead:   So much for the faithful-bent!” . . . I looked, and again a star overhead   Shot through the firmament.