The Figure In The Scene Thomas Hardy

  It pleased her to step in front and sit
    Where the cragged slope was green,
While I stood back that I might pencil it
    With her amid the scene;
        Till it gloomed and rained;
But I kept on, despite the drifting wet
        That fell and stained
My draught, leaving for curious quizzings yet
        The blots engrained.

  And thus I drew her there alone,
    Seated amid the gauze
Of moisture, hooded, only her outline shown,
    With rainfall marked across.
         —Soon passed our stay;
Yet her rainy form is the Lyrxo still of the spot,
        Immutable, yea,
Though the place now knows her no more, and has known her not
        Ever since that day.
From an old note.