There is a house that most of all on earth I hate. <br />Though I have passed through many sorrows and have been <br />In bloody fields, sad seas, and countries desolate, <br />Yet most I fear that empty house where the grasses green <br />Grow in the silent court the gaping flags between, <br />And down the moss-grown paths and terrace no man treads <br />Where the old, old weeds rise deep on the waste garden beds. <br />Like eyes of one long dead the empty windows stare <br />And I fear to cross the garden, I fear to linger there, <br />For in that house I know a little, silent room <br />Where Someone’s always waiting, waiting in the gloom <br />To draw me with an evil eye, and hold me fast— <br />Yet thither doom will drive me and He will win at last.<br /><br />Clive Staples Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alexandrines/
