Frances M. Jones Bannerman
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An Upper Chamber
I CAME into the City and none knew me;
None came forth, none shouted 'He is here!
Not a hand with laurel would bestrew me,
All the way by which I drew anear--
Night my banner, and my herald Fear.
But I knew where one so long had waited
In the low room at the stairway's height,
Trembling lest my foot should be belated,