Around the house the flakes fly faster,
And all the berries now are gone
From holly and cotoneaster
Around the house. The flakes fly!--faster
Shutting indoors that crumb-outcaster
We used to see upon the lawn
Around the house. The flakes fly faster,
And all the berries now are gone!

(C) Thomas Hardy
03/10/2017


Best Poems of Thomas Hardy

• Without Ceremony
• Fragment
• The Colour
• First Or Last (song)
• The Riddle
• Her Dilemma
• Heredity
• The Contretemps
• In A Cathedral City
• A Confession To A Friend In Trouble
• On The Tune Called The Old-hundred-and-fourth
• I Thought, My Heart
• Satires Of Circumstances In Fifteen Glimpses - Xiii On The Death-bed
• The Child And The Sage
• Jezreel
• A Broken Appointment
• The Dawn After The Dance
• Imaginings
• Her Song
• Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave?
• Her Love-birds