A very, very old house I know -- And ever so many people go, Past the small lodge, forlorn and still, Under the heavy branches, till Comes the blank wall, and there's the door. Go in they do; come out no more. No voice says aught; no spark of light Across that threshold cheers the sight; Only the evening star on high Less lonely makes a lonely sky, As, one by one, the people go Into that very old house I know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHOES: 7 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE MEANING OF PRAYER by JAMES MONTGOMERY TO MR. BLEECKER, ON HIS PASSAGE TO NEW YORK by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER ON THE DEATH OF A LAP-DOG, ECHO by ROBERT BURNS OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 24. ELEGIAC VERSE: THE SEVENTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |