Thomas Hardy - On Stinsford Hill at Midnight lyrics

I glimpsed a woman's muslined form   Sing-songing airily Against the moon; and still she sang,   And took no heed of me. Another trice, and I beheld   What first I had not scanned, That now and then she tapped and shook   A timbrel in her hand. So late the hour, so white her drape,   So strange the look it lent To that blank hill, I could not guess   What phantastry it meant. Then burst I forth: “Why such from you?   Are you so happy now?” Her voice swam on; nor did she show   Thought of me anyhow. I called again: “Come nearer; much   That kind of note I need!” The song kept softening, loudening on,   In placid calm unheed. “What home is yours now?” then I said;   “You seem to have no care.” But the wild wavering tune went forth   As if I had not been there. “This world is dark, and where you are,”   I said, “I cannot be!” But still the happy one sang on,   And had no heed of me.