Poem by Thomas Hardy

A Night in November

I marked when the weather changed,
And the panes began to quake,
And the winds rose up and ranged,
That night, lying half-awake.

Dead leaves blew into my room,
And alighted upon my bed,
And a tree declared to the gloom
Its sorrow that they were shed.

One leaf of them touched my hand,
And I thought that it was you
There stood as you used to stand,
And saying at last you knew!

1. The End of the Episode
2. Burning the Holly
3. The Second Visit
4. The Shadow on the Stone
5. The Strange House

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