 | Poems by William D. Howells |  |
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CONVENTION.
He falters on the threshold,
She lingers on the stair:
Can it be that was his footstep?
Can it be that she is there?
She lingers on the stair:
Can it be that was his footstep?
Can it be that she is there?
Without is tender yearning,
And tender love is within;
They can hear each other's heart-beats,
But a wooden door is between.
And tender love is within;
They can hear each other's heart-beats,
But a wooden door is between.
| Poems by William D. Howells | |