The Great War

from The Holy War, an electronic edition

His Footstep

To Lady Wemyss

The boy will come no more

Although I listen and long;

The sound of his foot on the floor

Was like an old song.

His foot had the music in it,

And now the music's dumb --

Like the song of the lark or linnet

Glad that Spring's come.

There's nothing stirring at all, --

'Tis quiet all by yourself, --

But a wee mouse in the wall,

The clock ticks on the shelf.

Like the song of the lark or linnet,

That's singing early and soon,

His foot had the music in it

Like an old tune.