Deserted, it stands in a cup Of the hills at the edge of town. Inside is a shadowy stair -- And who stood smiling up To beauty smiling down When the old house was fair? For some reason or other It is called the haunted house -- But no one seems to know! Now climbing roses smother The cries of hinge and shutter When fragrant hill winds blow. The sound of a gnawing mouse Was all that broke the utter Silence within. The hush Outside was suddenly broken By the rapture of a thrush -- As if old dreams had spoken At last. Can we forget What our own hearts confess? That places are haunted yet By some lost loveliness? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CRADLE SONG by PADRAIC COLUM GOOD NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MITHERLESS BAIRN by WILLIAM THOM ON NANUS COUNTED ON AN ANT by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS ACHIEVEMENT by MORRIS ABEL BEER HATED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |