Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Fallow Deer at the Lonely House

One without looks in to-night
Through the curtain-chink
From the sheet of glistening white;
One without looks in to-night
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.

1. The Chimes Play ‘Life’s a Bumper!’
2. Premonitions
3. The Hatband
4. The Oxen
5. Plena Timoris

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