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
Wandering, aglow
Four-footed, tiptoe.

(C) Thomas Hardy
01/01/2000


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