The blind wind beating on the window-pane.
None dwells in those old rooms: none ever can--
I pass them through at night with hidden head;
Lock'd rotting rooms her eyes must never scan,
Floors that her blessed feet must never tread.
Haunted old rooms: rooms she must never know,
Where death-ticks knock and mouldering panels glow.
IGNORANCE
Since I have learned Love's shining alphabet,
And spelled in ink what's writ in me in flame,