Malade - Бесплатная аудиокнига

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HOLLOW rang the house when I knocked on the door,
     And I lingered on the threshold with my hand
     Upraised to knock and knock once more:
     Listening for the sound of her feet across the floor,
     Hollow re-echoed my heart.

     The low-hung lamps stretched down the road
     With shadows drifting underneath,
     With a music of soft, melodious feet
     Quickening my hope as I hastened to meet
     The low-hung light of her eyes.

     The golden lamps down the street went out,
     The last car trailed the night behind;
     And I in the darkness wandered about
     With a flutter of hope and of dark-shut doubt
     In the dying lamp of my love.

     Two brown ponies trotting slowly
     Stopped at a dim-lit trough to drink:
     The dark van drummed down the distance slowly;
     While the city stars so dim and holy
     Drew nearer to search through the streets.

     A hastening car swept shameful past,
     I saw her hid in the shadow,
     I saw her step to the curb, and fast
     Run to the silent door, where last
     I had stood with my hand uplifted.
     She clung to the door in her haste to enter,
     Entered, and quickly cast
     It shut behind her, leaving the street aghast.