Thomas Hardy - An Experience lyrics

Wit, weight, or wealth there was not   In anything that was said,   In anything that was done; All was of scope to cause not   A triumph, dazzle, or dread   To even the subtlest one,    My friend,   To even the subtlest one. But there was a new afflation -   An aura zephyring round,   That care infected not: It came as a salutation,   And, in my sweet astound,   I scarcely witted what    Might pend,   I scarcely witted what. The hills in samewise to me   Spoke, as they grayly gazed,   - First hills to speak so yet! The thin-edged breezes blew me   What I, though cobwebbed, crazed,   Was never to forget,    My friend,   Was never to forget!