A January Night (1879)

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Title:     A January Night (1879)
Author: Thomas Hardy [More Titles by Hardy]

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.

[The end]
Thomas Hardy's poem: January Night (1879)

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