POEM.

 "SOMETHING TAPPED"

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.

Thomas Hardy.

 

2 responses to “POEM.

  1. Has the same tension as: “While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ”
    Love Hardy – undiscovered or forgotten genius ??

    Like

  2. Coffee With Kate

    Lovely………

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