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 I came back late and tired last night
Into my little room,
To the long chair and the firelight
And comfortable gloom.


But as I entered softly in
I saw a woman there,
The line of neck and cheek and chin,
The darkness of her hair,
The form of one I did not know
Sitting in my chair.


I stood a moment fierce and still,
Watching her neck and hair.

I made a step to her; and saw
That there was no one there.


It was some trick of the firelight
That made me see her there.

It was a chance of shade and light
And the cushion in the chair.


Oh, all you happy over the earth,
That night, how could I sleep?
I lay and watched the lonely gloom;
And watched the moonlight creep
From wall to basin, round the room,
All night I could not sleep.

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