Whatever I Have Said Or Sung

Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street
So quickly, waiting for a hand
Doors, where my heart used to beat
A hand that can be clasp’d no more
Behold me, for I cannot sleep
At earlymorning to the door
And like a guilty thing I creep
No one can understand her heart
And not fall deep in love
No one can understand her heart
And not fall deep in love
He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again
On the bald street breaks the blank day
And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain