The Widow in the Bye Street

by John Masefield

'But it begins again with you for friend.'

In the dim lamplight Jimmy thought her holy,

A lovely fragile thing for him to tend,

Grace beyond measure, beauty without end.

'Anna,' he said; 'Good-night. This is the door.

I never knew what people meant before.'

'Good-night, my friend. Good-bye.' 'But, O my sweet,

The night's quite early yet, don't say good-bye,

Come just another short turn down the street,

The whole life's bubbling up for you and I.