I Am All Alone In The House To-Night; They Would Not Have Gone Away Had They Known Of The Terrible, Bloodless Fight I Have Held With My Heart To-Day. With The Old Sweet Love And The Old Fierce Pain I Have Battled Hour By Hour; But The Fates Have Willed That The Strife Is Vain. Alone In The Hour My Thoughts Have Reign, And I Yield Myself To Their Power. Yield Myself To The Old Time Charm Of A Dream Of Vanished Bliss, The Thrill Of A Voice, And The Fold Of An Arm, And A Red Lip'S Lingering Kiss. It All Comes Back Like A Flowing Tide; That Brief, But Beautiful Day. Though It Oft Is Checked By The Dam Of Pride, Till The Waters Flow Back To The Other Side, To-Night It Has Broken Away. I Gave You All That I Had To Give, O Love, The Lavish Whole. And You Threw It Away, And Now I Live A Starved And Beggared Soul. And I Feed On Crumbs That Memory Throws From Her Table Over-Filled, And I Lay Awake When Others Repose, And Slake My Thirst When No One Knows, With The Wine That She Has Spilled. I Go My Way And I Do My Part In The World'S Great Scene Of Strife, But I Do It All With An Empty Heart, Dead To The Best Of Life. And Ofttimes Weary And Tempest Tossed, When I Am Not Ruled By Pride, I Wish Ere The Die Was Throne And Lost, Ere I Played For Love Without Counting The Cost, That I, Like My Heart, Had Died.