Analysis of Perfidy

Hollow rang the house when I knocked on the door,
And I lingered on the threshold with my hand  
Upraised to knock and knock once more:  
Listening for the sound of her feet across the floor,
Hollow re-echoed my heart.

The low-hung lamps stretched down the road
With shadows drifting underneath,  
With a music of soft, melodious feet  
Quickening my hope as I hastened to meet
The low-hung light of her eyes.

The golden lamps down the street went out,
The last car trailed the night behind;  
And I in the darkness wandered about  
With a flutter of hope and of dark-shut doubt
In the dying lamp of my love.

Two brown ponies trotting slowly  
Stopped at a dim-lit trough to drink:  
The dark van drummed down the distance slowly;
While the city stars so dim and holy  
Drew nearer to search through the streets.

A hastening car swept shameful past,  
I saw her hid in the shadow,  
I saw her step to the curb, and fast  
Run to the silent door, where last  
I had stood with my hand uplifted.
She clung to the door in her haste to enter,
Entered, and quickly cast  
It shut behind her, leaving the street aghast.