She did not turn by Thomas Hardy Lyrics

         She did not turn,
But passed foot-faint with averted head
In her gown of green, by the bobbing fern,
Though I leaned over the gate that led
From where we waited with table spread;
                 But she did not turn:
Why was she near there if love had fled?

         She did not turn,
Though the gate was whence I had often sped
In the mists of morning to meet her, and learn
Her heart, when its moving moods I read
As a book - she mine, as she sometimes said;
                 But she did not turn,
And passed foot-faint with averted head.