I came back late and tired last night <br /> Into my little room, <br />To the long chair and the firelight <br /> And comfortable gloom. <br /> <br />But as I entered softly in <br /> I saw a woman there, <br />The line of neck and cheek and chin, <br /> The darkness of her hair, <br />The form of one I did not know <br /> Sitting in my chair. <br /> <br />I stood a moment fierce and still, <br /> Watching her neck and hair. <br />I made a step to her; and saw <br /> That there was no one there. <br /> <br />It was some trick of the firelight <br /> That made me see her there. <br />It was a chance of shade and light <br /> And the cushion in the chair. <br /> <br />Oh, all you happy over the earth, <br /> That night, how could I sleep? <br />I lay and watched the lonely gloom; <br /> And watched the moonlight creep <br />From wall to basin, round the room, <br /> All night I could not sleep.<br /><br />Rupert Brooke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-9/
