The House on the Hill

Description

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.


[amz_corss_sell asin=”1776749855″]