The Fallow Deer at the Lonely House

Thomas Hardy(1840–1928)

1922

ONE without looks in to-nightThrough the curtain-chinkFrom the sheet of glistening white;One without looks in to-nightAs we sit and thinkBy the fender-brink.

We do not discern those eyesWatching in the snow;Lit by lamps of rosy dyesWe do not discern those eyesWondering, aglow,Fourfooted, tiptoe.

From Late Lyrics and Earlier (1922), via the English Wikisource transcription.

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