Classic Poem

Oh , little room that knew such light and cheer
When she was here;
That held as any love-locked garden might,
The rose that was her presence night and night,
What are you now but four poor walls that press
About mere emptiness —
A garden devastated, through whose door
Joy enters in no more?

Oh, little room left chill and desolate,
I wonder if you wait
Long day by day tOhear again the sweet
And yearned-for sound of her returning feet
Upon your threshold, — waiting for that one
Whose coming brings the sun
And light and fragrance, — all your banished bloom,
Oh, little lonely room!

Oh, little lonely room, so warm and dear
When she was here,
You that her love made beautiful! I, too,
Must share this want with you,
Seeing I close in silence, for my part,
An empty heart
Filled one day with the very joy of her.
Oh, little room, my heart is lonelier!