Down at the corner of Dearth and Main,
I saw a spectre wait again
For someone lost and gone before
Through love’s wide window or death’s dark door.

She comes there to stand in expectancy
And a feeling of pity comes over me
That the loyal dead know more of life
Than many a husband, many a wife,

But the wind sings the city to poisoned sleep,
And the heart that forgets still remembers deep,
For it’s only the good that can cause such pain,
When your down on the corner of Dearth

And Main