Waiting by the stairs, in the hall br Where the panelling is white br With moonlight: one vertical figure, black, upright br As principle. br Waiting in the leaves, as they blow, br Pile the voices of the night br On the paths: lone diffuse shadow, light, as low br As Longing. br Caught as in a trap, in the No br Of the creaking hallowed walls br The one turned to the leaded window pane, sure br He heard someone out there. br Scattered in a shower br Of passing breezes, shades of many forming one br Pepper with their glances the stone glowering down... Come br br The day and each will see the other as reflections in the glass br Of the window, and forget- or shun br The half-knowing of memory- and let time pass. br Till. Spiky yew and churchyard dew under one br Headstone bury two, still wondering, at the last.