The gray old houses are hooded women peering From sloping towsled bonnets of garrets hung awry; The gray old houses dream that they are hearing Voices of their children in the years gone by. With dim glazed eyes of windows they are staring, Thinking of a father when broken was his pride; And while they brood, they wonder where are faring Lovers that kissed and the girls that cried. What tales and Romances are dozing and are dreaming About the broken hearth within the musty gloom? What stories of loving and quarrelling and scheming Huddle with their memories to crowd each room? So hushed they stand, like hooded women peering, -- These worn old houses that always dream and sigh; And like old mothers, they brood and stare at hearing Voices of the vanished in the years gone by! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN OLD WOMAN: 1 by EDITH SITWELL THE WILD GEESE by MICHAEL JOSEPH BARRY EPITAPH FOR A CONDEMNED BOOK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE GULF by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE CHOICE OF EXIT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 113 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 103. WRITTEN AT FLORENCE: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |