Poems by Alan Seeger with an introduction by William Archer |
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THE OLD LOWE HOUSE, STATEN ISLAND |
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THE OLD LOWE HOUSE, STATEN ISLAND
Another prospect pleased the builder's eye,And Fashion tenanted (where Fashion wanes)
Here in the sorrowful suburban lanes
When first these gables rose against the sky.
Relic of a romantic taste gone by,
This stately monument alone remains,
Vacant, with lichened walls and window-panes
Blank as the windows of a skull. But I,
On evenings when autumnal winds have stirred
In the porch-vines, to this gray oracle
Have laid a wondering ear and oft-times heard
As from the hollow of a stranded shell,
Old voices echoing (or my fancy erred)
Things indistinct, but not insensible.
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