Dusk in the rain-soaked garden, <br />And dark the house within. <br />A door creaked: someone was early <br />To watch the dawn begin. <br />But he stole away like a thief <br />In the chilly, star-bright air: <br />Though the house was shuttered for slumber, <br />He had left one wakeful there. <br /> <br />Nothing moved in the garden. <br />Never a bird would sing, <br />Nor shake and scatter the dew from the boughs <br />With shy and startled wing. <br />But when that lover had passed the gate <br />A quavering thrush began... <br />‘Come back; come back!’ he shrilled to the heart <br />Of the passion-plighted man.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dark-house/
