I THERE is a house with ivied walls, And mullioned windows worn and old, And the long dwellers in those halls Have souls that know but sordid calls, And daily dote on gold. II In blazing brick and plated show Not far away a 'villa' gleams, And here a family few may know, With book and pencil, viol and bow, Lead inner lives of dreams. III The philosophic passers say, 'See that old mansion mossed and fair, Poetic souls therein are they: And O that gaudy box! Away, You vulgar people there.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEART'S FIRST WORD (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE RAILWAY TRAIN by EMILY DICKINSON SOMEBODY'S DARLING by MARIE LA CONTE ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER by JOHN MILTON THE FEILIRE OF ADAMNAN by ADAMNAN THE VIERZIDE CHAIRS by WILLIAM BARNES NAME FOR GRIEF by HELEN BRYANT THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: A REMEMBRANCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |