Life and Thought have gone away <br />Side by side, <br />Leaving door and windows wide. <br />Careless tenants they! <br /> <br />All within is dark as night: <br />In the windows is no light; <br />And no murmur at the door, <br />So frequent on its hinge before. <br /> <br />Close the door; the shutters close; <br />Or through the windows we shall see <br />The nakedness and vacancy <br />Of the dark deserted house. <br /> <br />Come away: no more of mirth <br />Is here or merry-making sound. <br />The house was builded of the earth, <br />And shall fall again to ground. <br /> <br />Come away: for Life and Thought <br />Here no longer dwell; <br />But in a city glorious - <br />A great and distant city -have bought <br />A mansion incorruptible. <br />Would they could have stayed with us!<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-deserted-house-2/
