Here in the whispering dimness

One clear candle burns.

What I have had is mine no more,

Wind and the rain and a closed door.

Out of my dream in the stillness

Now your face returns.

Sweet turned bitter, first love gone,

The heavy of heart must still live on.

The walls are lost in darkness,

Corners are deep with the blue.

All that was I may not forget.

An old wound burns me bitterly yet.

All I have in the small room

Is a flame, and you, you.