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They have been sitting here until eleven,

The loud and the quiet and the one who is never shocked,

And we talked of most of the things between hell and heaven,

But now the last friend has gone and the door is locked.

And I cannot help feeling, though it's rather silly,

A little afraid to be left so quiet and alone;

I can hear a petal drop from the tiger-lily,

So complete and awful has the silence grown.

I long to hear that tramp of the policeman's

Outside the shutters, but the night is dumb,

And in a state of tension unknown to Huysmans

I wait and wait for the sound that will not come.