“Something Tapped”

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Thomas Hardy - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

“Something Tapped”

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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!" I rose and neared the window-glass,         But vanished thence had she: Only a pallid moth, alas,         Tapped at the pane for me. August 1913.

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  • Thomas Hardy