Not here!–not here! I have been here too many years,
Have stumbled about the darkened room for a door,
Seeing only the phantom shafts the moonlight clears,
The broken bars of silver along the floor.
I can hear the women’s laughter, a song half blown
Away by the wind; through all the dust I can smell
A garden wet with the rain. And I am alone.
Not here, old shadows—I know you, all too well!