The Fallow Deer at the Lonely House Thomas Hardy

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.