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