I worked no wile to meet you Thomas Hardy

I worked no wile to meet you,
       &nbsp My sight was set elsewhere,
I sheered about to shun you,
       &nbsp And lent your life no care.
I was unprimed to greet you
       &nbsp At such a date and place,
Constraint alone had won you
       &nbsp Vision of my strange face!

You did not seek to see me
       &nbsp Then or at all, you said,
- Meant passing when you neared me,
       &nbsp But stumblingblocks forbade.
You even had thought to flee me,
       &nbsp By other mindings moved;
No influent star endeared me,
       &nbsp Unknown, unrecked, unproved!

What, then, was there to tell us
       &nbsp The flux of flustering hours
Of their own tide would bring us
       &nbsp By no device of ours
To where the daysprings well us
       &nbsp Heart-hydromels that cheer,
Till Time enearth and swing us
       &nbsp Round with the turning sphere.