Alfred Lord Tennyson - Dark House, By Which Once More I Stand - In Memoriam A. H. H. - Section 7 - Read by Ian Richardson - From the 1984 series Six Centuries Of Verse.
Dark House, By Which Once More I Stand
In Memoriam A. H. H. - Section 7
by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
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 clasp'd 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.