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Poem by Thomas Hardy

In Her Precincts

Her house looked cold from the foggy lea,
And the square of each window a dull black blur
Where showed no stir:
Yes, her gloom within at the lack of me
Seemed matching mine at the lack of her.

The black squares grew to be squares of light
As the eveshade swathed the house and lawn,
And viols gave tone;
There was glee within. And I found that night
The gloom of severance mine alone.

Kingston-Maurward Park

Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy’s other poems:

1. The Two Houses
2. The Nettles
3. The Inscription
4. The Weary Walker
5. The Echo-Elf Answers

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