I dwell in a lonely house I know

That vanished many  years ago

And left no trace but cellar walls

And a cellar in which the daylight falls

And purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow

Over ruined fences the grapesvine shield

The woods came back to the moving field

The orchard tree has grown one copse

Of new wood and 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 road

Night comes; the black bats tremble and dart;

The whippoorwill is coming to shout

And hush and cluck and flutter about

I hear him begin far away

Full many  times to say

Before he arrives to say it out…