Dark house, by which once more I stand br Here in the long unlovely street, br Doors, where my heart was used to beat br So quickly, waiting for a hand, br A hand that can be clasp'd no more- br Behold me, for I cannot sleep, br And like a guilty thing I creep br At earliest morning to the door. br He is not here; but far away br The noise of life begins again, br And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain br On the bald street breaks the blank day.