{"id":4338,"date":"2014-05-01T13:31:14","date_gmt":"2014-05-01T10:31:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=4338"},"modified":"2014-05-01T19:47:42","modified_gmt":"2014-05-01T16:47:42","slug":"the-phantom-horsewoman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=4338","title":{"rendered":"The Phantom Horsewoman"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\">\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/Magda_frame2.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-4359\" alt=\"Magda_frame\" src=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/Magda_frame2.png\" width=\"443\" height=\"505\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"sc-blockquote\">The Phantom Horsewoman<\/p>\n<p>Queer are the ways of a man I know:<br \/>He comes and stands<br \/>In a careworn craze,<br \/>And looks at the sands<br \/>And in the seaward haze<br \/>With moveless hands<br \/>And face and gaze,<br \/>Then turns to go&#8230;<br \/>And what does he see when he gazes so?<\/p>\n<p>They say he sees as an instant thing<br \/>More clear than today,<br \/>A sweet soft scene<br \/>That once was in play<br \/>By that briny green;<br \/>Yes, notes alway<br \/>Warm, real, and keen,<br \/>What his back years bring-<br \/>A phantom of his own figuring.<\/p>\n<p>Of this vision of his they might say more:<br \/>Not only there<br \/>Does he see this sight,<br \/>But everywhere<br \/>In his brain-day, night,<br \/>As if on the air<br \/>It were drawn rose bright-<br \/>Yea, far from that shore<br \/>Does he carry this vision of heretofore:<\/p>\n<p>A ghost-girl-rider. And though, toil-tried,<br \/>He withers daily,<br \/>Time touches her not,<br \/>But she still rides gaily<br \/>In his rapt thought<br \/>On that shagged and shaly<br \/>Atlantic spot,<br \/>And as when first eyed<br \/>Draws rein and sings to the swing of the tide.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Thomas Hardy<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 &nbsp; &nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4338","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-classic-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4338","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4338"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4338\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4341,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4338\/revisions\/4341"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4338"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4338"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4338"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}