Last Songs from Vagabondia

by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey




I MISS you so by day, your look, your walk,
The rustle of your draperies on the stair,
Our Leyden-jar-fuls of electric talk,
The sense of you about me everywhere.
The people bore me in the boarding-house,
I hardly can accord them yes or no;
The beauty of the valleys can arouse
No such elation as a year ago.
But when the last dull guest has gone to bed
And only crickets keep me company,
In the mesmeric night when truth is said—
When you, dear loveliness with drooping eye,
Demurely enter through the unreal wall,
And I forget you went away at all.