A very, very old house I know-
And ever so many people go,
Past the small lodge, forlorn and still,
Under the heavy branches, till
Comes the blank wall, and there's the door.
Go in they do; come out no more.
No voice says aught; no spark of light
Across that threshold cheers the sight;
Only the evening star on high
Less lonely makes a lonely sky,
As, one by one, the people go
Into that very old house I know.
The Old House
Walter De La Mare
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Poem topics: light, sky, star, evening, voice, small, wall, door, high, heavy, spark, house, lonely, people, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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