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“SOMETHING TAPPED”
Something tapped on the pane of my room
When there was never a trace
Of wind or rain, and I saw in the gloom
My weary Belovéd's face.
When there was never a trace
Of wind or rain, and I saw in the gloom
My weary Belovéd's face.
“O I am tired of waiting,” she said,
“Night, morn, noon, afternoon;
So cold it is in my lonely bed,
And I thought you would join me soon!”
“Night, morn, noon, afternoon;
So cold it is in my lonely bed,
And I thought you would join me soon!”
I rose and neared the window-glass,
But vanished thence had she:
Only a pallid moth, alas,
Tapped at the pane for me.
But vanished thence had she:
Only a pallid moth, alas,
Tapped at the pane for me.
August 1913.
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