I
I have risen again,
And awhile survey
By my chilly ray
Through your window-pane
Your upturned face,
As you think, 'Ah - she
Now dreams of me
In her distant place!'
II
I pierce her blind
In her far-off home:
She fixes a comb,
And says in her mind,
'I start in an hour;
Whom shall I meet?
Won't the men be sweet,
And the women sour!'
The Moon Looks In
Thomas Hardy
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Poem topics: home, women, sweet, place, face, mind, start, blind, window, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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