Thomas Hardy - The Fallow Deer at the Lonely House lyrics

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