Lying Awake by Thomas Hardy

Lying Awake by Thomas Hardy You, Morningtide Star, now are steady-eyed, over the east, I know it as if I saw you; You, Beeches, engrave on the sky your thin twigs, even the least; Had I paper and pencil I'd draw you. You, Meadow, are white with your counterpane cover of dew, I see it as if I were there; You, Churchyard, are lightening faint from the shade of the yew, The names creeping out everywhere. #ThomasHardy #LyingAwake #Poems #Poetry