In a house born of the brown earth And dying back to earth again Without any desire to be more than earth And without any particular pain, Beside a mother-ditch giving To fields not yet tall, Three men were sitting with poems on their knees -- And they heard the wind rise and fall. And one of them heard his own voice rising, And one of them heard his own voice falling, And the other heard only the summons of the wind And wondered where it was calling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 21. THE OWL by EDITH SITWELL NOT BY THE SEA by SARA TEASDALE THE TENTH MUSE: THE PROLOGUE by ANNE BRADSTREET LEXINGTON [APRIL 19, 1775] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 31. HER GIFTS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO LADY ANNE HAMILTON by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER FAREWELL TO THE FARM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THY BIRTHDAY by CLAUDE A. BARR TO LADY CHARLOTTYE GORDON; DRESSED IN A TARTAN SCOTCH BONNET by JAMES BEATTIE |