Edwin Arlington Robinson - The House on the Hill lyrics

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 that sunken sill? They are all gone away, And our poor fancy-play For them is wasted sk**: 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.