Thomas Hardy

(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928 / Dorchester / England)

Seen By The Waits - Poem by Thomas Hardy

Through snowy woods and shady
We went to play a tune
To the lonely manor-lady
By the light of the Christmas moon.


We violed till, upward glancing
To where a mirror leaned,
We saw her airily dancing,
Deeming her movements screened;


Dancing alone in the room there,
Thin-draped in her robe of night;
Her postures, glassed in the gloom there,
Were a strange phantasmal sight.


She had learnt (we heard when homing)
That her roving spouse was dead;
Why she had danced in the gloaming
We thought, but never said.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010



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