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1893–1944

III

Robert Nichols

“Last night as I was sitting, My faint heart ceased to beat, Listening in the silence To the tread of nearing feet.

“Through the tower dumb in midnight They passed from floor to floor, Till at length they halted Hard without my door.

“I knew‘ twas Thou who stood'st there, With but a door's divide! With a wild and longing motion I strode and flung it wide.

“Out into velvet darkness My whirring eyeballs stare. I whisper. Nothing answers. And there is no one there.”

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