I turned the key and opened wide the door br To enter my deserted room again, br Where thro' the long hot months the dust had lain. br Was it not lonely when across the floor br No step was heard, no sudden song that bore br My whole heart upward with a joyous pain? br Were not the pictures and the volumes fain br To have me with them always as before? br But Giorgione's Venus did not deign br To lift her lids, nor did the subtle smile br Of Mona Lisa deepen. Madeleine br Still wept against the glory of her hair, br Nor did the lovers part their lips the while, br But kissed unheeding that I watched them there.