White, through the gate it gleamed and slept <br />In shattered sunshine. The parched garden flowers <br />Their scarlet petals from the beds unswept <br />Like children unloved and ill-kept <br />Dreamed through the hours Two blue hydrangeas by the blistered door burned brown <br />Watched there, and no one in the town <br />Cared to go past it night or day <br />Though why this was they wouldn't say <br /> <br />But I, the stranger, knew that I must stay. <br />Pace up the weed-grown paths and down - <br />Till one afternoon - there is just a doubt - <br />Bit I fancy I heard a tiny shout - <br />From an upper window a bird flew out - <br />And I went my way.<br /><br />Charlotte Mary Mew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sunlit-house/
