The Lost Kiss by James Whitcomb Riley — Read

I put by the half-written poem, / While the pen, idly trailed in my hand, / Writes on -- , "Had I words to complete it, / Who'd read it, or who'd understand?"

But the little bare feet on the stairway, / And the faint, smothered laugh in the hall, / And the eerie-low lisp on the silence, / Cry up to me over it all.