This was our house. To this we came Lighted by love with torch aflame, And in this chamber, door locked fast, I held you to my heart at last.
This was our house. In this we knew The worst that Time and Fate can do.
You left the room bare, wide the door;
You did not love me any more.
Where once the kind warm curtain hung The spider's ghostly cloth is flung;
The beetle and the woodlouse creep Where once I loved your lovely sleep.
Yet so the vanished spell endures, That this, our house, still, still is yours.
Here, spite of all these years apart, I still can hold you to my heart!
