I WILL have a little house When the children are flown. The feel of a big house Would be cold as a stone; A house full of emptiness And we two alone. But in a little house We could creep to the blaze; We could warm our cold hearts With the thought of old days; Him and me together When the firelight plays. There would be hardly room For the ghosts to come in; Ghosts of the little children Who made a merry din, Long ago and long ago When I was a queen. I will have a little garden Big enough for two, Where we can walk together When the skies are blue, Talking the good days over And how fast they flew. The littlest house and garden For him and me just, And all the sweet times we had Withered to dust. A big house would break my heart For the children lost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM OCTAVES: 20 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE MOCKING BIRD by SIDNEY LANIER EVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI UPON MY DEAR AND LOVING HUSBAND HIS GOING INTO ENGLAND, 1661 by ANNE BRADSTREET THE NORTH AND THE SOUTH; LAST POEM, ROME, MAY, 1861 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. WHO SHALL COMMAND THE HEART (1) by EDWARD CARPENTER |