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A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, / With doors that none but the wind ever closes, / Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster; / It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.
I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary; / ‘I wonder,' I say, ‘who the owner of those is.