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Dark house, by which once more I stand / Here in the long unlovely street, / Doors, where my heart was used to beat / So quickly, waiting for a hand,
A hand that can be clasp'd no more -- / Behold me, for I cannot sleep, / And like a guilty thing I creep / At earliest morning to the door.