Thomas Hardy
Dorchester / England

The Fallow Deer At The Lonely House

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One without looks in tonight
Through the curtain-chink
From the sheet of glistening white;
One without looks in tonight
As we sit and think
By the fender-brink.

We do not discern those eyes
Watching in the snow;
Lit by lamps of rosy dyes
We do not discern those eyes
Wandering, aglow
Four-footed, tiptoe.
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely
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GODDESS ALMIGHTY 12 July 2019
you had the cheeks to have a hideous automatic fake voice read poetry. Please get lost
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