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  • The Fallow Deer At The Lonely House

    One without looks in tonight
    Through the curtain-chink
    >From the sheet of glistening white;
    One without looks in tonight
    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
    Wandering, aglow
    Four-footed, tiptoe.
  • Would your please show us the original poem written by Handy?
    回复那只猫说:
    等我找找,找回来
    2008-03-13 16:02:22