Hallo, Hallo! Impatiently He Cried, And I Replied, Sleepily, "Hallo--Hallo!" No Sound Then; And I Stretched My Hand For The Receiver, All My Nerves Tingling And Listening. My Hand Clutched Nothing, And I Lit The Candle--Strange! I Could Have Sworn It Was The Shouting Wire.... But No! Besides, A Bare And Unfamiliar Room And He, Why, Long-Forgotten, Maybe Dead. Yet All Around, Filling The Silence Up With Tiny Sound, A Million Tremulous Thin Echoings, "Hallo--Hallo-- Hallo!"