The Moon Looks In

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Title:     The Moon Looks In
Author: Thomas Hardy [More Titles by Hardy]

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 end]
Thomas Hardy's poem: Moon Looks In

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