IN MEMORIAM A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 7 - Jane Taylor Poems

 
 

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IN MEMORIAM A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 7

Dark house, by which once more I stand
      Here in the long unlovely street,
      Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,

A hand that can be clasp'd no more--
      Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
      And like a guilty thing I creep
At earliest morning to the door.

He is not here; but far away
      The noise of life begins again,
      And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day.