The Room Upstairs

Room just above me Over my own, I have not seen you, I have not known Where your big bed stands, Where is your chair, Whether your windows Look here or look there.

Room just above me. Long have I kept Vigil below you While others slept, Thinking of footsteps Known to your floor. Which passed from your threshold To come there no more.

Room just above me, To-night it seems There is new creaking Over your beams; It might be the night-wind, It might be the tread Of one who is lonely, Or bored, being dead.