They are all gone away, <br />The house is shut and still, <br />There is nothing more to say. <br /> <br />Through broken walls and gray <br />The winds blow bleak and shrill: <br />They are all gone away. <br /> <br />Nor is there one today <br />To speak them good or ill: <br />There is nothing more to say. <br /> <br />Why is it then we stray <br />Around the sunken sill? <br />They are all gone away. <br /> <br />And our poor fancy-play <br />For them is wasted skill: <br />There is nothing more to say. <br /> <br />There is ruin and decay <br />In the House on the Hill <br />They are all gone away, <br />There is nothing more to say.<br /><br />Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-house-on-the-hill/
