Nothing on the grey roof, nothing on the brown, Only a little greening where the rain drips down; Nobody at the window, nobody at the door, Only a little hollow which a foot once wore; But still I tread on tiptoe, still tiptoe on I go, Past nettles, porch, and weedy well, for oh, I know A friendless face is peering, and a clear still eye Peeps closely through the casement as my step goes by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR G. by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD by BEN JONSON ON THE PORTRAIT OF SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 62. AL-MUMIT by EDWIN ARNOLD EARLY VENEZIAN DETAIL by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |