The Night of the Dance

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Thomas Hardy - Non-Music, Romance (Literature)

The Night of the Dance

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The cold moon hangs to the sky by its horn,        &nbsp And centres its gaze on me; The stars, like eyes in reverie, Their westering as for a while forborne,        &nbsp Quiz downward curiously. Old Robert draws the backbrand in,        &nbsp The green logs steam and spit; The half-awakened sparrows flit From the riddled thatch; and owls begin        &nbsp To whoo from the gable-slit. Yes; far and nigh things seem to know        &nbsp Sweet scenes are impending here; That all is prepared; that the hour is near For welcomes, fellowships, and flow        &nbsp Of sally, song, and cheer; That spigots are pulled and viols strung;        &nbsp That soon will arise the sound Of measures trod to tunes renowned; That She will return in Love's low tongue        &nbsp My vows as we wheel around.

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  • Thomas Hardy