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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 7. Dark house, by which once more I s

Alfred Lord Tennyson·1809–1891
Lines:12Movement:Victorian
Dark house, by which once more I standHere in the long unlovely street,Doors, where my heart was used to beatSo quickly, waiting for a hand,A hand that can be clasp'd no more--Behold me, for I cannot sleep,And like a guilty thing I creepAt earliest morning to the door.He is not here; but far awayThe noise of life begins again,And ghastly thro' the drizzling rainOn the bald street breaks the blank day.