Watching in the snow;
Lit by lamps of rosy dyes
We do not discern those eyes
Wondering, aglow,
Fourfooted, tiptoe.
Thomas Hardy
322
DEER
Shy in their herding dwell the fallow deer.
They are spirits of wild sense. Nobody near
Watching in the snow;
Lit by lamps of rosy dyes
We do not discern those eyes
Wondering, aglow,
Fourfooted, tiptoe.
Thomas Hardy
322
Shy in their herding dwell the fallow deer.
They are spirits of wild sense. Nobody near