While three are dark, and yet darker gaze
On the cards and dice with which each one plays
In the parlor dim and wide!
And near the corner—near the clock—
In silence sitteth still,
The stranger motionless as a rock—
The stranger man with a dingy frock—
Who entered the room without nod or knock,
As quietly as a rill.
Clicking!—clicking!—all the while,