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    From Sonnets, Second Series, XVI


    Under the mountain, as when first I knew
    Its low dark roof and chimney creeper-twined,
    The red house stands; and yet my footsteps find,
    Vague in the walks, waste balm and feverfew.
    But they are gone: no soft-eyed sisters trip
    Across the porch or lintels; where, behind,
    The mother sat, sat knitting with pursed lip.
    The house stands vacant in its green recess,
    Absent of beauty as a broken heart.
    The wild rain enters, and the sunset wind
    Sighs in the chambers of their loveliness
    Or shakes the pane -- and in the silent noons
    The glass falls from the window, part by part,
    And ringeth faintly in the grassy stones.


                                -- Frederick Goddard Tuckerman

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