The Home on the Hill
By Edward Arlington Robinson
They are all gone away,
The house is shut and still,
There is nothing more to say
Through broken walls and gray,
The wind blows bleak and shrill,
They are all gone away
Nor is there one today,
To speak them good or ill
There is nothing more to say
Why is it then we stray
Around the sunken sill?
They are all gone away
And our poor fancy play
For them is wasted skill,
There is nothing more to say
There is ruin and decay
In the House on the Hill:
They are all gone away,
There is nothing more to say.
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