by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928)

Something Tapped
Language: English 
Something tapped on the pane of my room
  When there was never a trace
Of wind or rain, and I saw in the gloom
  My weary Beloved's face.

[ "O I am tired of waiting," she said,
  "Night, morn, noon, afternoon;
So cold it is in my lonely bed,
  And I thought you would join me soon!" ]1

I rose and neared the window-glass,
[   But vanished thence had she: ]1
Only a pallid moth, alas,
  Tapped at the pane for me.

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1 omitted by Wallach.


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Word count: 82