Poem by Thomas Hardy

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‘Who’s in the next room? – who?
I seemed to see
Somebody in the dawning passing through,
Unknown to me.’
‘Nay: you saw nought. He passed invisibly.’

‘Who’s in the next room? – who?
I seem to hear
Somebody muttering firm in a language new
That chills the ear.’
‘No: you catch not his tongue who has entered there.’

‘Who’s in the next room? – who?
I seem to feel
His breath like a clammy draught, as if it drew
From the Polar Wheel.’
‘No: none who breathes at all does the door conceal.’

‘Who’s in the next room? – who?
A figure wan
With a message to one in there of something due?
Shall I know him anon?’
‘Yea he; and he brought such; and you’ll know him anon.’

1. At the Word ‘Farewell’
2. The Supplanter
3. Afternoon Service at Mellstock
4. The Children and Sir Nameless
5. Tragedian to Tragedienne

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