And music fill’d from lips of love
The House of God whose door was there.
THE VACANT ROOM.
Ah, wraith-lit star, that shone afar,
And lured my eager footsteps on!
This door I pass, and find, alas,
The friend for whom I long’d is gone.
O think how drear mere sands appear
To travellers worn who pray for springs.
More drear this place without the face