The Deserted House
Frtim tlio Continental Mouthly, It was felï long ago. And the rank weeiis grow Where the lily once bent her head : Thkk and tall they grow, And some lying luw, Beaten clown by a humart tread. And the langhina sun, When the day's nearly done, Looks ijl cm tho cheerluss floor; And i'alleth the rain Through the brokeo pane- Shrill whistles the wind at the door. And the tliistles stand At the gate where no hand Ever lifts the lateh, now nailed fast : One saté low doth lie Whicli the passer by Treads o'er as he hurries past. On the fence close by Where the sunbeams lie Doth the kingiy Nightshade blow ; Iiul the Asters tall That grow by the wall llave vanished long ago. Not now, as of old, Blooms the gay Marigold, Lookiny in at the kitchen door : And the Cypress red Is leng since (lead, And the Moukhood blossoms no more. But the Hopvine still By the window sill Is as full as in days of yore ; And the Currants grow As thickly now And as ripe as e'er before. But the hearth is bare - Not a log blazes there To light up the empty room ; Not a soft shadow falls On the whitewashed walls : All is silent- all wrapt in glooni ! Not a chair on the fioor, Not a rug at the door, Where the cat once lay in the sun ; And no grandame sits At the door and knits, Telling tales of days bygone ! All is silent now, And the long weeds bow Their heads in the wind and rain ; - Bnt the dwellers of yore Will ne'er enter the door Of that dreaiy old House again !
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