O Whence Do You Come, Figure In The Night-Fog That Chills Me Numb? "I Come To You Across From My House Up There, And I Don't Mind The Brine-Mist Clinging To Me That Blows From The Quay, For I Heard Him In My Chamber, And Thought You Unaware." "But What Did You Hear, That Brought You Blindly Knocking In This Middle-Watch So Drear?" "My Sailor Son'S Voice As 'Twere Calling At Your Door, And I Don't Mind My Bare Feet Clammy On The Stones, And The Blight To My Bones, For He Only Knows Of This House I Lived In Before." "Nobody'S Nigh, Woman Like A Skeleton, With Socket-Sunk Eye." "Ah Nobody'S Nigh! And My Life Is Drearisome, And This Is The Old Home We Loved In Many A Day Before He Went Away; And The Salt Fog Mops Me. And Nobody'S Come!" From "To Please His Wife."