Alfred, Lord Tennyson(1809–1892)
Sonnet 7: "Dark house, by which once more I stand"
D a r k h o u s e , b y w h i c h o n c e m o r e I s t a n d
H e r e i n t h e l o n g u n l o v e l y s t r e e t , 8
D o o r s , w h e r e m y h e a r t w a s u s e d t o b e a t
S o q u i c k l y , w a i t i n g f o r a h a n d ,
A h a n d t h a t c a n b e c l a s p e d n o m o r e —
B e h o l d m e , f o r I c a n n o t s l e e p ,
A n d like a g u i l t y t h i n g I c r e e p
A t e a r l i e s t m o r n i n g t o t h e d o o r .
H e i s n o t h e r e ; b u t far a w a y
The noise of life begins again,
A n d g h a s t l y t h r o u g h t h e d r i z z l i n g r a i n
O n t h e b a l d s t r e e t b r e a k s t h e b l a n k day.