I know a shadowed room
Whereto none enters;
I know a heart wherein
No joy-light centers.
Room and heart alike are cold,
Old, cold and old.

Once light was tenant there,
Gladness was a part;
Once a young rose in bloom
With warmth, the heart.
But that was long, aye! Long ago!
So long ago!

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