Thomas Hardy - A man was drawing near to me lyrics

On that gray night of mournful drone, A part from aught to hear, to see, I dreamt not that from shires unknown In gloom, alone, By Halworthy, A man was drawing near to me. I'd no concern at anything, No sense of coming pull-heart play; Yet, under the silent outspreading Of even's wing Where Otterham lay, A man was riding up my way. I thought of nobody - not of one, But only of trifles - legends, ghosts - Though, on the moorland dim and dun That travellers shun About these coasts, The man had pa**ed Tresparret Posts. There was no light at all inland, Only the seaward pharos-fire, Nothing to let me understand That hard at hand By Hennett Byre The man was getting nigh and nigher. There was a rumble at the door, A draught disturbed the drapery, And but a minute pa**ed before, With gaze that bore My destiny, The man revealed himself to me.