Under the mountain, as when first I knew Its low dark roof and chimney creeper-twined, The red house stands; and yet my footsteps find, Vague in the walks, waste balm and feverfew. But they are gone: no soft-eyed sisters trip Across the porch or lintels; where, behind, The mother sat, sat knitting with pursed lip. The house stands vacant in its green recess, Absent of beauty as a broken heart. The wild rain enters, and the sunset wind Sighs in the chambers of their loveliness Or shakes the pane--and in the silent noons The glass falls from the window, part by part, And ringeth faintly in the grassy stones. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR FLODDEN [FIELD] by JEAN ELLIOT (1727-1805) THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by SAMUEL ROGERS HEAUTONTIMOROUMENOS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE MYSTIC CIRCLE by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN ASOLANDO: PROLOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING OF MUSIC by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON WALL STREET by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE ONE FOUNDATION by EDWARD CARPENTER |