Rupert Brooke (1887–1915). Collected Poems. 1916.
VI. Other Poems5. Home
I
Into my little room,
To the long chair and the firelight
And comfortable gloom.
I saw a woman there, The line of neck and cheek and chin, The darkness of her hair, The form of one I did not know Sitting in my chair. Watching her neck and hair. I made a step to her; and saw That there was no one there. That made me see her there. It was a chance of shade and light And the cushion in the chair. That night, how could I sleep? I lay and watched the lonely gloom; And watched the moonlight creep From wall to basin, round the room, All night I could not sleep.