Thomas Hardy — The Fallow Deer at the Lonely House

One without looks in to-night        &nbsp Through the curtain-chink From the sheet of glistening white; One without looks in to-night        &nbsp As we sit and think        &nbsp By the fender-brink. We do not discern those eyes        &nbsp Watching in the snow; Lit by lamps of rosy dyes We do not discern those eyes        &nbsp Wondering, aglow,        &nbsp Fourfooted, tiptoe.