The House on the Hill

They are all gone away,
The House is shut and still,
There is nothing more to say.

Through broken walls and gray
The winds blow bleak and shrill:
They are all gone away.

Nor is there one to-day
To speak them good or ill:
There is nothing more to say.

Why is it then we stray
Around the sunken sill?
They are all gone away,

And our poor fancy-play
For them is wasted skill:
There is nothing more to say.

There is ruin and decay
In the House on the Hill:
They are all gone away,
There is nothing more to say.

 Born in Maine USA, at the age of 20 he realized he was "Doomed or sentenced to a life of
writing poetry". He did quite well at it! I can relate to his quote as one cannot stop the flow
of words- they arrive when they choose, not always when the poet chooses.