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The long white windows blankly stare / Across the sodden, tangled grass, / Weed-covered are the pathways where / No footsteps ever pass; / No whispers wake, no kisses die, / No laughter thrills the dwindling flowers, / Only the night hears sigh on sigh / From ghosts of long-dead hours.
None come here now to laugh or weep; / The spider spins on stair and hall, / And round the windows shadows creep, / And loathly creatures crawl.
Cold is the hearth; the door is fast; / No guest the silent threshold sees / Save ghosts out of the happy past, -- / And one who is as these.