THE last, late guest <br />To the gate we followed; <br />Goodbye -- and the rest <br />The night-wind swallowed. <br /> <br />House, garden, street, <br />Lay tenfold gloomy, <br />Where accents sweet <br />Had made music to me. <br /> <br />It was but a feast <br />With the dark coming on; <br />She was but a guest -- <br />And now, she is gone.<br /><br />Henrik Johan Ibsen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gone-279/
