Hollow Rang The House When I Knocked On The Door, And I Lingered On The Threshold With My Hand Upraised To Knock And Knock Once More: Listening For The Sound Of Her Feet Across The Floor, Hollow Re-Echoed My Heart. The Low-Hung Lamps Stretched Down The Road With Shadows Drifting Underneath, With A Music Of Soft, Melodious Feet Quickening My Hope As I Hastened To Meet The Low-Hung Light Of Her Eyes. The Golden Lamps Down The Street Went Out, The Last Car Trailed The Night Behind; And I In The Darkness Wandered About With A Flutter Of Hope And Of Dark-Shut Doubt In The Dying Lamp Of My Love. Two Brown Ponies Trotting Slowly Stopped At A Dim-Lit Trough To Drink: The Dark Van Drummed Down The Distance Slowly; While The City Stars So Dim And Holy Drew Nearer To Search Through The Streets. A Hastening Car Swept Shameful Past, I Saw Her Hid In The Shadow, I Saw Her Step To The Curb, And Fast Run To The Silent Door, Where Last I Had Stood With My Hand Uplifted. She Clung To The Door In Her Haste To Enter, Entered, And Quickly Cast It Shut Behind Her, Leaving The Street Aghast.