Alone
A very old woman Lives in yon house - The squeak of the cricket, The stir of the mouse, Are all she knows Of the earth and us. Once she was young, Would dance and play, Like many another Young popinjay; And run to her mother At dusk of day. And colours bright She delighted in; The fiddle to hear, And to lift her chin, And sing as small As a twittering wren. But age apace Comes at last to all; And a lone house filled With the cricket's call; And the scampering mouse In the hollow wall.
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"A very old woman..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Walter De La Mare delivers a powerful performance in "Alone"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...