An oldie with a slight re-write: When this house

An oldie with a slight re-write:

When this house

When this house is fast asleep
I hear the door-jamb sigh and weep,
repeating secrets, once said,
when all the others were in bed.
I, startled, cough then splutter your name,
waking, like sleeping, no longer the same.

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