Dark house, by which once more I stand <br /> Here in the long unlovely street, <br /> Doors, where my heart was used to beat <br /> So quickly, waiting for a hand, <br /> A hand that can be clasp'd no more-- <br /> Behold me, for I cannot sleep, <br /> And like a guilty thing I creep <br /> At earliest morning to the door. <br /> He is not here; but far away <br /> The noise of life begins again, <br /> And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain <br /> On the bald street breaks the blank day.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memoriam-a-h-h-7-dark-house-by-which-once-mor/
