67 Wimpole Street

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,—
A hand that can be clasped no more,—
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep
At earliest morning to the door.
He is not here ; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly through the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day.

67 Wimpole Street was the house of Tennyson's great friend, the poet Arthur Henry Hallam. Hallam died young and is best known for being the subject of Tennyson's great poem, In Memoriam A.H.H.