A VANISHED house that for an hour I knew By some forgotten chance when I was young Had once a glimmering window overhung With honeysuckle wet with evening dew. Along the path tall dusky dahlias grew, And shadowy hydrangeas reached and swung Ferociously; and over me, among The moths and mysteries, a blurred bat flew. Somewhere within there were dim presences Of days that hovered and of years gone by. I waited, and between their silences There was an evanescent faded noise; And though a child, I knew it was the voice Of one whose occupation was to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNSEIL TO A BACHELER by MARIANNE MOORE THE LAST WISH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON A FRAGMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE COWARD by RUDYARD KIPLING THE BIRDS: THE WEDDING CHANT by ARISTOPHANES |