AN old town lies afar From where the great towns be; The storm roars over the town; Beside it thunders the sea. There is an ancient house Long locked the gate has been. On its gray walls the trembling Blades of the grass are green. There is a lonely heart, Strange, full of fears, That town and that house and that heart Shut in my boyhood's years. ... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DARK HOUSE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HE'D BE NOTHING BUT HIS VIOLIN by MARY KYLE DALLAS JABBERWOCKY by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON EVENING SONG OF THE TYROLESE PEASANTS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS RIDDLE: SEWING NEEDLE AND THREAD by MOTHER GOOSE THE VALLEY OF UNREST (2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE YOUTH AND CALM by MATTHEW ARNOLD |