It's lonely in lodgings above the street When dusk slows down the day's long laboring, With only a nod to a lad on the stair, And neither kith nor kin to be neighboring. It must be good to go out of a house With the soft goodbye of your loved one spoken, And a windowful of little faces Smiling you off as you wave in token. It must be good to come back to a house, And hear the joy, the welcoming shout of it. It must be good to have anyone care If you come into a house or go out of it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN by ROBERT BROWNING THE DESERTED PLANTATION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MY MOTHER'S BIBLE by GEORGE POPE MORRIS BEREAVED by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE ROSE TREE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A SHEPHERD'S DREAM by NICHOLAS BRETON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. AS ONE WHO FROM A HIGH CLIFF by EDWARD CARPENTER |