 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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THE NAME ON A DOOR.
It is only the name on a door—
Why should there be tears in my eyes?
But I never shall knock there more;
And sorrow is not overwise.
Why should there be tears in my eyes?
But I never shall knock there more;
And sorrow is not overwise.
I used to go up the stair
When the day was wearing late,
And come on her unaware
As she sat and dreamed by the grate.
When the day was wearing late,
And come on her unaware
As she sat and dreamed by the grate.
And then, like a sudden flame,
My welcome flashed from her eyes,
And her lips grew warm with my name,
And we saw Love's star arise.
My welcome flashed from her eyes,
And her lips grew warm with my name,
And we saw Love's star arise.
Sometimes I but held her hand,
And never a word said we—
We could always understand
With never a word, you see.
And never a word said we—
We could always understand
With never a word, you see.
Sometimes she chattered like mad,
And laughed—I can hear her now.
Shall I ever again be glad?
I think I 've forgotten how.
And laughed—I can hear her now.
Shall I ever again be glad?
I think I 've forgotten how.
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It is only the name on a door,
Where I used to come and go;
But never to knock there more—
Why, the world seems dead, you know!
Where I used to come and go;
But never to knock there more—
Why, the world seems dead, you know!
| The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | |