Dear, though the night is gone, br Its dream still haunts today, br That brought us to a room br Cavernous, lofty as br A railway terminus, br And crowded in that gloom br Were beds, and we in one br In a far corner lay. br br Our whisper woke no clocks, br We kissed and I was glad br At everything you did, br Indifferent to those br Who sat with hostile eyes br In pairs on every bed, br Arms round each other's neck, br Inert and vaguely sad.