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