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Ghost House, Robert Frost, 1874 – 1963

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Ghost House
Robert Frost, 1874 – 1963

I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;

The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.

It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me—
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.

They are tireless folk, but slow and sad—
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,—
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had

6 responses

  1. Excellent!

    January 15, 2016 at 9:38 am

  2. Hi rabirius 🙂

    Thank you 🙂 🙂

    January 15, 2016 at 6:18 pm

  3. Another interesting poem expanded by your photo

    January 15, 2016 at 10:53 pm

    • Hi Diana 🙂 🙂

      Thank you , very pleased that you enjoyed both image and this great poem !!! 🙂

      January 17, 2016 at 5:32 pm

  4. Thank you

    January 16, 2016 at 7:00 pm

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