THE DESERTED HOUSE Life and Thought have gone away Leaving door and windows wide: All within is dark as night: Close the door, the shutters close, Of the dark deserted house. Come away: no more of mirth Is here or merry-making sound. The house was builded of the earth, And shall fall again to ground. Come away for Life and Thought But in a city glorious A great and distant city have bought Would they could have stay'd with us! Alfred Tennyson |