Houses
Published by Susan on 08/01/2003 (3312 reads)
The ivied house was shy and strange...
The ivied house was shy and strange
Because I was not used to it;
It seemed as if it hated change
Of ownership, yet bit by bit
It moulded to my fit.
The ivied house was shy and strange
Because I was not used to it;
It seemed as if it hated change
Of ownership, yet bit by bit
It moulded to my fit.
And then with kindly gravity
And tenderness it tucked me in,
Just like a mother, shielding me
From cold and damp and dust and din,
Seeking my heart to win.
And now the ivied house and I
Are gently welded into one;
Yet when in cyprus shade I lie,
With smiling it will greet the sun,
Although my race be run.
For flesh will rot but stone will stay,
And though its walls I hold in fee,
They will be sunnyful and gay
Long after I have ceased to be,
Forgetting me.
Houses give love to those who love
And care for them and call them Home;
A rosy roof is blest above
The glory of a golden dome:
Let humble hearth-fire close our days
In peace and praise!
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