THOMAS Hardy's lines have hints of the dark undertow of much of his poetry, but also show his compassion for birds in winter, a subject he treated more than once.

Thrushes were probably his favourite songbirds (remember the frail old one whose ecstatic sound saluted the start of the twentieth century).

THE REMINDER

While I watch the Christmas blaze

Paint the room with ruddy rays,

Something makes my vision glide

To the frosty scene outside.

There, to reach a rotting berry,

Toils a thrush - constrained to very

Dregs of food by sharp distress,

Taking such with thankfulness.

Why, O starving bird, when I

One day's joy would justify,

And put misery out of view,

Do you make me notice you?