The rain smites more and more,
The east wind snarls and sneezes;
Through the joints of the quivering door
The water wheezes.
The tip of each ivy-shoot
Writhes on its neighbour's face;
There is some hid dread afoot
That we cannot trace.
Is it the spirit astray
Of the man at the house below
Whose coffin they took in to-day?
We do not know.
A January Night
Thomas Hardy
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Poem topics: house, rain, water, wind, face, door, spirit, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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