Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, AN OLD HOUSE, by MARTHA E. CUNNINGHAM


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AN OLD HOUSE, by                    
First Line: An old house broods beneath the trees
Last Line: With her, among the flowers.
Subject(s): Houses


THE HOUSE

An old house broods beneath the trees,
The roof grown thick with moss,
Where spiders weave their filmy lace
From shimmering silver floss.
There maples lay their glowing gems
Along the crooked eaves
And crown the broken sagging ridge
With gold encrusted leaves.

Sad fuchsias droop from swaying vines
Of emerald, draped in tiers
About the crumbling dusty porch --
A fragrance from the years
When life within was blessed with youth --
Was flowing ruby red,
But now, with lonely bleeding hearts,
Seem mourning for their dead.

THE LADY WHO LIVES THERE

A symphony in age abides
Between these placid walls,
Serene, content. She wends her way
Through plain familiar halls
With sightless eyes. She feels the peace
Of vanished pious hours,
And waits for time, to blend the house,
With her, among the flowers.





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