Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935). Collected Poems. 1921.
II. The Children of the Night10. The House on the Hill
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The House is shut and still,
There is nothing more to say.
The winds blow bleak and shrill:
They are all gone away.
To speak them good or ill:
There is nothing more to say.
Around the sunken sill?
They are all gone away,
For them is wasted skill:
There is nothing more to say.
In the House on the Hill:
They are all gone away,
There is nothing more to say.