Honeymoon Time At An Inn Thomas Hardy

At the shiver of morning, a little before the false dawn,
        The moon was at the window-square,
   Deedily brooding in deformed decay -
   The curve hewn off her cheek as by an adze;
At the shiver of morning a little before the false dawn
   So the moon looked in there.

Her speechless eyeing reached across the chamber,
        Where lay two souls opprest,
   One a white lady sighing, "Why am I sad!"
   To him who sighed back, "Sad, my Love, am I!"
And speechlessly the old moon conned the chamber,
   And these two reft of rest.

While their large-pupilled vision swept the scene there,
        Nought seeming imminent,
   Something fell sheer, and crashed, and from the floor
   Lay glittering at the pair with a shattered gaze,
While their large-pupilled vision swept the scene there,
   And the many-eyed thing outleant.

With a start they saw that it was an old-time pier-glass
        Which had stood on the mantel near,
   Its silvering blemished,—yes, as if worn away
   By the eyes of the countless dead who had smirked at it
Ere these two ever knew that old-time pier-glass
   And its vague and vacant leer.