The Fallow Deer at the Lonely House

by Thomas Hardy
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
Wondering, aglow,
Fourfooted, tiptoe.
Translation: 
Language: 
English
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

Post review

No reviews yet.

Report violation