Nothing on the grey roof, nothing on the brown, Only a little greening where the rain drips down; Nobody at the window, nobody at the door, Only a little hollow which a foot once wore; But still I tread on tiptoe, still tiptoe on I go, Past nettles, porch, and weedy well, for oh, I know A friendless face is peering, and a clear still eye Peeps closely through the casement as my step goes by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORLD-SOUL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SUMMER IN ENGLAND, 1914 by ALICE MEYNELL ELEGIAC SONNET: 2. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING by CHARLOTTE SMITH EXTEMPORE TO MR. SYME by ROBERT BURNS MYSTERY by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT VERMONT FALL FEED by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY NOBIS NATUS IN PRETIUM: NOBIS DATUS IN PRAETIUM by PATRICK CAREY |