Saturday, November 24, 2012

The Old Stone House

    The Old Stone House
 Walter De la Mare 
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 still clear eye
Peeps closely through the casement
as my step goes by.


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