[Poem by Thomas Hardy] One without looks in tonight Through the curtain chink From the sheet of glistening white 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 Wondering, aglow, Four-footed, tiptoe
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