When I Set Out For Lyonesse
   by Thomas Hardy


 When I set out for Lyonnesse,
  A hundred miles away,
  The rime was on the spray,
 And starlight lit my lonesomeness
 When I set out for Lyonnesse
  A hundred miles away.

 What would bechance at Lyonnesse
  While I should sojourn there
  No prophet durst declare,
 Nor did the wisest wizard guess
 What would bechance at Lyonnesse
  While I should sojourn there.

 When I came back from Lyonnesse
  With magic in my eyes,
  All marked with mute surmise
 My radiance rare and fathomless,
 When I came back from Lyonnesse
  With magic in my eyes!