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THIS was our house. To this we came / Lighted by love with torch aflame, / And in this chamber, door locked fast, / I held you to my heart at last.
This was our house. In this we knew / The worst that Time and Fate can do.
You left the room bare, wide the door; / You did not love me any more.
Where once the kind warm curtain hung / The spider's ghostly cloth is flung; / The beetle and the woodlouse creep / Where once I loved your lovely sleep.
Yet so the vanished spell endures, / That this, our house, still, still is yours.
Here, spite of all these years apart, / I still can hold you to my heart!