My anguished spirit, like a bird, Beating against my lips I heard;
Enya Almanzahas quotedlast year
The room is full of you!—As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something in the air, intangible, Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!
Enya Almanzahas quotedlast year
And yet it seems to me, if I should speak, Your silent step must wake across the hall; If I should turn my head, that your sweet eyes Would kiss me from the door.