A vanished house that for an hour I
By some forgotten chance when I was
Had once a glimmering window
With honeysuckle wet with evening dew.
Along the path tall dusky dahlias grew,
And shadowy hydrangeas reached and
Ferociously; and over me,
The moths and mysteries, a blurred bat flew.
Somewhere within there were dim
Of days that hovered and of years gone by.
I waited, and between their
There was an evanescent faded noise;
And though a child,
I knew it was the
Of one whose occupation was to die.
