NOW that the curtains are drawn close
Now that the fire burns low,
And on her narrow bed the rose
Is stark laid out in snow;
Now that the wind of winter blows
Bid my heart say if still it knows
The step it used to know.
I hear the silken gown you wear
Sweep on the gallery floor,
Your step comes up the wide, dark stair
And pauses at my door.
My heart with the old hope flowers fair--
That shrivels to the old despair,
For you come in no more!
The Ghost
Edith Nesbit
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Poem topics: dark, despair, fire, hope, rose, snow, wind, winter, wide, hear, narrow, door, floor, gallery, heart, step, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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