When you have tidied all things for the night, And while your thoughts are fading to their sleep, You'll pause a moment in the late firelight, Too sorrowful to weep. The large and gentle furniture has stood In sympathetic silence all the day With that old kindness of domestic wood; Nevertheless the haunted room will say: 'Some one must be away.' The little dog rolls over half awake, Stretches his paws, yawns, looking up at you, Wags his tail very slightly for your sake, That you may feel he is unhappy too. A distant engine whistles, or the floor Creaks, or the wandering night-wind bangs a door. Silence is scattered like a broken glass. The minutes prick their ears and run about, Then one by one subside again and pass Sedately in, monotonously out. You bend your head and wipe away a tear. Solitude walks one heavy step more near. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BEST MEMORIAL by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS IMAGES: 1 by RICHARD ALDINGTON EXTEMPORE, ON PASSING A LADY'S CARRIAGE by ROBERT BURNS ON STIRLING; SEEING THE ROYAL PALACE IN RUIN by ROBERT BURNS A CHILD IS BORN by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY THE COWBOYS' CHRISTMAS BALL by WILLIAM LAWRENCE CHITTENDEN TO A LADY, WHO SINGING RESEMBLED THAT OF AN ABSENT SISTER by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON |