The fallow deer at the lonely house

I have been experimenting with monotype recently, here is my take on the Thomas Hardy poem.

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

Wondering, aglow,

Four-footed, tiptoe.