Hollow rang the house when I knocked on the door, br And I lingered on the threshold with my hand br Upraised to knock and knock once more: br Listening for the sound of her feet across the floor, br Hollow re-echoed my heart. br br The low-hung lamps stretched down the road br With shadows drifting underneath, br With a music of soft, melodious feet br Quickening my hope as I hastened to meet br The low-hung light of her eyes. br br The golden lamps down the street went out, br The last car trailed the night behind; br And I in the darkness wandered about br With a flutter of hope and of dark-shut doubt br In the dying lamp of my love. br br Two brown ponies trotting slowly br Stopped at a dim-lit trough to drink: br The dark van drummed down the distance slowly; br While the city stars so dim and holy br Drew nearer to search through the streets. br br A hastening car swept shameful past, br I saw her hid in the shadow, br I saw her step to the curb, and fast br Run to the silent door, where last br I had stood with my hand uplifted. br She clung to the door in her haste to enter, br Entered, and quickly cast br It shut behind her, leaving the street aghast.