Where had I heard this wind before Change like this to a deeper roar? What would it take my standing there for. Holding open a restive door, Looking down hill to a frothy shore? Summer was past and day was past. Somber clouds in the west were massed. Out in the porch's sagging floor, Leaves got up in a coil and hissed, Blindly struck at my knee and missed. Something sinister in the tone Told me my secret must be known: Word I was in the house alone Somehow must have gotten abroad, Word I was in my life alone, Word I had no one left but God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN: CANTO 1 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO CHLOE WHO FOR HIS SAKE WISHED HERSELF YOUNGER by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT THE BALLAD OF PROSE AND RHYME by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON SONNET: ON A FAMILY PICTURE by THOMAS EDWARDS PAST AND PRESENT by THOMAS HOOD THE TEMPERAMENTS by EZRA POUND |