In certain lights old Doomsday's name, Who practised on this floor, Though now forgotten in his fame Comes out upon the door. To me as I ascend the stair The letters ghostly-faint His former tenancy declare Through several coats of paint. I cannot spot them every day, In winter not at all, But patient wait until a ray Strikes back from yonder wall. Then when I see the light revive This ancient of the Inn, I know full well, if he's alive, That Spring must soon begin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BROKEN PITCHER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE HILL WIFE: THE OFT-REPEATED DREAM by ROBERT FROST THE BELLS OF SAN BLAS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE WORLD'S DESIRE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |