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The House on the Hill

They are all gone away,
   The House is shut and still,
There is nothing more to say.

Through broken walls and gray
   The winds blow bleak and shrill:
They are all gone away.

Nor is there one to-day
   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.

Credit


This poem is in the public domain.

Author


Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson was born on December 22, 1869, in Head Tide,

Date Published: 1897-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/house-hill