Thomas Hardy - "Something Tapped" lyrics

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-gla**, But vanished thence had she: Only a pallid moth, alas, Tapped at the pane for me. August 1913.