I knew not if to laugh or weep; They sat and talked of you—"'Twas here he sat; 'twas this he said! 'Twas that he used to do. "Here is the book wherein he read, The room wherein he dwelt;
And he" (they said) "was such a man, Such things he thought and felt."I sat and sat,
I did not stir; They talked and talked away.
I was as mute as any stone, I had no word to say.
They talked and talked; like to a stone My heart grew in my breast—I, who had never seen your face Perhaps I knew you best.
