I <br /> <br />There is a house with ivied walls, <br />And mullioned windows worn and old, <br />And the long dwellers in those halls <br />Have souls that know but sordid calls, <br />And dote on gold. <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />In a blazing brick and plated show <br />Not far away a 'villa' gleams, <br />And here a family few may know, <br />With book and pencil, viol and bow, <br />Lead inner lives of dreams. <br /> <br />III <br /> <br />The philosophic passers say, <br />'See that old mansion mossed and fair, <br />Poetic souls therein are they: <br />And O that gaudy box! Away, <br />You vulgar people there.'<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/architectural-masks/
