I WILL have a little house When the children are flown. The feel of a big house Would be cold as a stone; A house full of emptiness And we two alone. But in a little house We could creep to the blaze; We could warm our cold hearts With the thought of old days; Him and me together When the firelight plays. There would be hardly room For the ghosts to come in; Ghosts of the little children Who made a merry din, Long ago and long ago When I was a queen. I will have a little garden Big enough for two, Where we can walk together When the skies are blue, Talking the good days over And how fast they flew. The littlest house and garden For him and me just, And all the sweet times we had Withered to dust. A big house would break my heart For the children lost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LITTLE INVISIBLE BEING WHO IS EXPECTED SOON TO BECOME VISIBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD IN DISPRAISE OF THE MOON by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE SEA GODS: 3 by HILDA DOOLITTLE O MORS! QUAM AMARA EST MEMORIA TUA HOMINI PACEM HABENTI by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON THE LAMP OF HERO by LOUISE VICTORINE ACKERMANN MUSIC; AND THE SAVAGE BREAST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |