“WHO WAS IT SWEPT AGAINST MY DOOR”

By Richard Le Gallienne

Who was it swept against my door just now,

With rustling robes like Autumn's — was it thou?

Ah! would it were thy gown against my door —

Only thy gown once more.

Sometimes the snow, sometimes the fluttering breath

Of April, as toward May she wandereth,

Make me a moment think that it is thou —

But yet it is not thou!