A very, very old house I know -- And ever so many people go, Past the small lodge, forlorn and still, Under the heavy branches, till Comes the blank wall, and there's the door. Go in they do; come out no more. No voice says aught; no spark of light Across that threshold cheers the sight; Only the evening star on high Less lonely makes a lonely sky, As, one by one, the people go Into that very old house I know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DISPUTE OF THE HEART AND BODY OF FRANCOIS VILLON by FRANCOIS VILLON HENRY PURCELL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SONGS WITH PRELUDES: REGRET by JEAN INGELOW THE MEN BEHIND THE GUNS by JOHN JEROME ROONEY BILL'S LENGTH by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 27. ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |