Hope went by and Peace went by
And would not enter in;
Youth went by and Health went by
And Love that is their kin.
Those within the house shed tears
On their bitter bread;
Some were old and some were mad,
And some were sick a-bed.
Gray Death saw the wretched house
And even he passed by-
“They have never lived,” he said,
“They can wait to die.”
The Poor House
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: death, hope, never, peace, sick, wait, health, bread, bitter, youth, house, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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