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.