I shall never see you again.
There I was all alone with my own wild heart.
And now I have lent my heart: it is no more mine.
There I was free to soar or to sink, no one speaking a word,
Nothing holding me back, or distracting, or bidding me think
Of callers “coming at five.”
No one ever called, in that small bleak room.
No one called, it was cold. All alone
Came the night to me
And the bitter, grey London morning.