I THERE is a house with ivied walls, And mullioned windows worn and old, And the long dwellers in those halls Have souls that know but sordid calls, And daily dote on gold. II In blazing brick and plated show Not far away a 'villa' gleams, And here a family few may know, With book and pencil, viol and bow, Lead inner lives of dreams. III The philosophic passers say, 'See that old mansion mossed and fair, Poetic souls therein are they: And O that gaudy box! Away, You vulgar people there.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHOES: 7 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY A CHARACTER OF SARAH HALLOWELL VAUGHAN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE FIRST FIRE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD POLLY BE-EN UPZIDES WI' TOM by WILLIAM BARNES THE BURIAL OF ROBERT BROWNING by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY RAMESES WORSHIPS RAMESES AT ABU SIMBEL by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |