Dark House

by Alfred Lord Tennyson — a poem card from Justes Mots

A deeply mournful poem about visiting the house of a deceased beloved, capturing the speaker's insomnia, guilt, and inability to accept absence. From Tennyson's *In Memoriam*, it portrays grief as a haunting presence that disrupts daily life. Suitable for those grieving the loss of someone deeply cherished.

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…

Themes: sympathy · grief · reflection · long-distance