Thomas Hardy - To an Impersonator of Rosalind lyrics

Did he who drew her in the years ago - Till now conceived creator of her grace - With telescopic sight high natures know, Discern remote in Time's untravelled space Your soft sweet mien, your gestures, as do we, And with a copyist's hand but set them down, Glowing yet more to dream our ecstasy When his Original should be forthshown? For, kindled by that animated eye, Whereto all fairnesses about thee brim, And by thy tender tones, what wight can fly The wild conviction welling up in him That he at length beholds woo, parley, plead, The "very, very Rosalind" indeed!