
MOMENTS OF VISION AND MISCELLANEOUS VERSES
MOMENTS OF VISION
THE VOICE OF THINGS
“WHY BE AT PAINS?” (Wooer’s Song)
“WE SAT AT THE WINDOW” (Bournemouth, 1875)
AFTERNOON SERVICE AT MELLSTOCK (Circa 1850)
AT THE WICKET-GATE
IN A MUSEUM
APOSTROPHE TO AN OLD PSALM TUNE
AT THE WORD “FAREWELL”
A quietly powerful collection of verses, this book invites listeners to linger in the spaces between thought and feeling. The poems move from intimate self‑reflection to broader observations of the natural world, each stanza acting like a small mirror that catches fleeting emotions. The language is spare yet resonant, encouraging a gentle pause for contemplation.
Among the pieces, “Moments of Vision” explores the paradox of seeing ourselves through imagined glass, while “The Voice of Things” recalls the restless sea and the humor hidden in everyday moments. “We Sat at the Window” captures a rainy day’s melancholy with a tender, almost conversational tone, and other sections weave together memories of churches, museums, and quiet countryside scenes. The poet’s eye for detail turns ordinary settings into vivid, almost tactile experiences.
Listening to these verses feels like walking through a familiar landscape at dusk, where each step reveals a new shade of meaning. The rhythms are unhurried, allowing the listener to absorb the subtle shifts of mood and insight. It’s an ideal companion for reflective evenings or quiet mornings, offering both solace and a gentle spark of curiosity.
Language
en
Duration
~2 hours (135K characters)
Publisher of text edition
Project Gutenberg
Release date
2002-06-01
Rights
Public domain in the USA.

1840–1928
Best known for unforgettable novels set in the imagined world of Wessex, this English writer brought rural life, social pressure, and private longing vividly to life. He became famous as a novelist, but he always saw himself as a poet, and his later verse won admiration from a new generation of writers.
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