{"id":1346,"date":"2012-04-27T12:46:21","date_gmt":"2012-04-27T16:46:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stlydias.org\/blog\/?p=1346"},"modified":"2012-04-27T12:46:57","modified_gmt":"2012-04-27T16:46:57","slug":"the-shadow-on-the-stone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/2012\/04\/the-shadow-on-the-stone\/","title":{"rendered":"The Shadow on the Stone"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>by Thomas Hardy<\/p>\n<p>I went by the Druid stone<\/p><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That broods in the garden white and lone,<\/div>\n<div>And I stopped and looked at the shifting shadows<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That at some moments fall thereon<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0From the tree hard by with a rhythmic swing,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And they shaped in my imagining<\/div>\n<div>To the shade that a well-known head and shoulders<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Threw there when she was gardening.<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I thought her behind my back,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Yea, her I long had learned to lack,<\/div>\n<div>And I said: \u2018I am sure you are standing behind me,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Though how do you get into this old track?\u2019<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And there was no sound but the fall of a leaf<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0As a sad response; and to keep down grief<\/div>\n<div>I would not turn my head to discover<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That there was nothing in my belief.<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Yet I wanted to look and see<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That nobody stood at the back of me;<\/div>\n<div>But I thought once more: \u2018Nay, I\u2019ll not unvision<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0A shape which, somehow, there may be.\u2019<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0So I went on softly from the glade,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And left her behind me throwing her shade,<\/div>\n<div>As she were indeed an apparition\u2014<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0My head unturned lest my dream should fade.-<em>Read at St. Lydia&#8217;s on April 22, 2012<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Thomas Hardy I went by the Druid stone \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That broods in the garden white and lone, And I stopped and looked at the shifting shadows \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That at some moments fall thereon \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0From the tree hard by with a rhythmic swing, \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And they shaped in my imagining To the shade that a well-known head and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1346"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1346"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1346\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1349,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1346\/revisions\/1349"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1346"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1346"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1346"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}