Florence on a Certain Night, and Other Poems

by Coningsby Dawson

A NEW TENANT

I watched for her in the night,

I watched for her in the day—

But how could I hope to find her

When her body had gone away?

I spoke to her in the rooms

Where she had been wont to play—

But how could my dearest answer

When her body had gone away?

I searched for her in my heart,

And when it unfroze to pray,

I knew that we shared one mortal house

Since hers had resolved to clay.

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