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To the sweet memory of Sidney Lanier	A
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The old house stands deserted gray	B
With sharpened gables high in air	C
And deep set lattices all gay	B
With massive arch and framework rare	C
And o'er it is a silence laid	D
That feeling one grows sore afraid	D
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The eaves are dark with heavy vines	E
The steep roof wears a coat of moss	F
The walls are touched with dim designs	E
Of shadows moving slow across	F
The balconies are damp with weeds	G
Lifting as close as streamside reeds	G
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The garden is a loved retreat	H
Of melancholy flowers of lone	I
And wild mouthed herbs in companies sweet	H
'Mid desolate green grasses thrown	I
And in its gaps the hoar stone wall	J
Lets sprays of tangled ivy fall	J
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The pebbled paths drag here and there	C
Old lichened faces overspun	I
With silver spider threads they wear	C
A silence sad to look upon	I
It is so long since happy feet	H
Made them to thrill with pressure sweet	H
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'Mid drear but fragrant shrubs there stands	K
A saint of old made mute in stone	I
With tender eyes and yearning hands	K
And mouth formed in a sorrow lone	I
'Tis thick with dust as long ago	L
'Twas thick with fairest blooms that grow	L
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Swallows are whirring here and there	C
And oft a little soft wind blows	M
A hundred odors down the air	C
The bees hum 'round the red last rose	M
And ceaselessly the crickets shrill	N
Their tunes and yet it seems so still	N
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Or else from out the distance steals	O
Half heard the tramp of horses or	P
The bleak and harsh stir of slow wheels	O
Bound cityward but more and more	P
As these are hushed or yet increase	Q
About the old house clings its peace	Q

Lizette Woodworth Reese

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