...as told by the poem "The Old House" by Walter de la Mare
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.
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.
Sweet 35
edge 80
Beautiful words and the images that accompany them are just as wonderful.
ReplyDeleteIs this an old farm house?
Yes, this is a very old house about a mile from me. It has been vacant forever it seems. I love it because you can tell it looked like a story book house and was cared for years ago.
Deleteso, so cool. Wish I could be there. See it. Photograph it, too!
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness...I have been swooning over your work forever! I am truly honored. :)
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