Hallo!

"Hallo, hallo!" impatiently he cried, And I replied, Sleepily, "Hallo—hallo!" No sound then; and I stretched My hand for the receiver, all my nerves Tingling and listening. My hand clutched nothing, and I lit The candle—strange! I could have sworn it was the shouting wire.... But no! Besides, a bare and unfamiliar room And he, why, long-forgotten, maybe dead. Yet all around, Filling the silence up with tiny sound, A million tremulous thin echoings, "Hallo—hallo— Hallo!"