On The Doorstep

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Title:     On The Doorstep
Author: Thomas Hardy [More Titles by Hardy]

The rain imprinted the step's wet shine
With target-circles that quivered and crossed
As I was leaving this porch of mine;
When from within there swelled and paused
A song's sweet note;
And back I turned, and thought,
"Here I'll abide."

The step shines wet beneath the rain,
Which prints its circles as heretofore;
I watch them from the porch again,
But no song-notes within the door
Now call to me
To shun the dripping lea
And forth I stride.

Jan. 1914.

[The end]
Thomas Hardy's poem: On The Doorstep

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