A VERY old woman once lived in a house, As grey as the rain, and as still as a mouse. Two candles she had, and a table and chair, And all by herself the old woman lived there. And never a neighbor, taking her way past, Saw her at supper or dinner or breakfast. Only the rose tree that grew by the shutter Knew something more than a rose tree could utter: Knew why the cupboard was empty and white, And what the old woman wrapped 'round her at night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PECK OF GOLD by ROBERT FROST DEVASTATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RETURN (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO GALLANT FRANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: CONSIDER FREELAND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |