The Empty Room
I FOUND me standing at your door,
Belovèd! having come in sleep,
Dreaming I yet had watch to keep,
And all was as it was before,
When the dim hours my care outwore.
Belovèd! having come in sleep,
Dreaming I yet had watch to keep,
And all was as it was before,
When the dim hours my care outwore.
Your little room so very still,
Belovèd! still, and sweet with you;
My senses, tranced, such balm indrew!
Yet my feet stayed upon the sill,
For something held my clouded will.
Belovèd! still, and sweet with you;
My senses, tranced, such balm indrew!
Yet my feet stayed upon the sill,
For something held my clouded will.
The moonlight lay along the floor,
And — soft as is the swan’s soft breast —
On your smooth pillow, aye unpresscd,
Belovèd! — moonlight and no more!
I waked and found me at your door.
And — soft as is the swan’s soft breast —
On your smooth pillow, aye unpresscd,
Belovèd! — moonlight and no more!
I waked and found me at your door.