I CAME into the City and none knew me; None came forth, none shouted ‘He is here!’ Not a
hand with laurel would bestrew me, All the way by which I drew anear— Night my banner, and my herald
Fear.
But I knew where one so long had waited In the low room at the stairway’s height, Trembling
lest my foot should be belated, Singing, sighing for the long hours’ flight Towards the moment of our dear
delight.
I came into the City when you hail’d me Saviour, and again your chosen Lord:— Not one guessing
what it was that fail’d me, While along the way as they adored Thousands, thousands, shouted in accord.
But through all the joy I knew—I only— How the hostel of my heart lay bare and cold, Silent
of its music, and how lonely! Never, though you crown me with your gold, Shall I find that little chamber
as of old!