Rupert Brooke
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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