Rose to my lips as I stood there.
And this my praying: Now all good cheer
To him who sleeps where slept my dear,
For the sake of the good dreams once dreamed here.
IX
Back to the stair and down I sped,
Passing a loud room table-spread;
Passing, but pausing, as house-wives do,
Judging the viands that came to view;
Trusting the sauce was tuned to the meat,