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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE OLD HOME, by LILIAN WHITE SPENCER
First Line: On days when maids go laughing through the rooms
Last Line: Anguished, at faded writing in a book.
Subject(s): Home
First Line: On days when maids go laughing through the rooms
Last Line: Anguished, at faded writing in a book.
Subject(s): Home
On days when maids go laughing through the rooms
To sudsy revels with their whirling brooms,
Behind closed doors in my quaint house I must
Perform one sacred rite. It is to dust
The books. Though I am gentle, the dear ghosts
Haunting their pages wake, and tranquil hosts
Of memory become sad shapes that dart
Shafts of old pain deep in my quiet heart.
"From Edward, happy years to sweetest Kate."
Oh long the two have had them! This pale date
Was traced before my birth. "To little Fred
From Daddy." God dares not allow the dead
To know how yellowed leaves make loved eyes' brim
Or they would dwell less peacefully with Him.
I smile . . . There will be no one, soon, to look,
Anguished, at faded writing in a book.
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