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THE QUIET HOUSE
To Nora
'Tis very quiet in the house
Without the turbulent little flock.
The sweet hours, quiet as a mouse,
Steal slowly round the ticking clock.
We gather honey while we may
When children are at school all day.
Without the turbulent little flock.
The sweet hours, quiet as a mouse,
Steal slowly round the ticking clock.
We gather honey while we may
When children are at school all day.
So peaceful with the song of birds,
The water lapping on the shore;
But evening brings the flocks and herds
And happy children home once more.
Blessed the hour in sun or rain
That brings the children home again.
The water lapping on the shore;
But evening brings the flocks and herds
And happy children home once more.
Blessed the hour in sun or rain
That brings the children home again.
'Tis very quiet in the house
Where children come not home at all.
The day goes stiller than a mouse;
Gulls and the sea-winds cry and call:
And two old shadows by the flame
Talk of the days when children came.
Where children come not home at all.
The day goes stiller than a mouse;
Gulls and the sea-winds cry and call:
And two old shadows by the flame
Talk of the days when children came.
69
Oh, when the children are away,
The house is very still and sweet.
But if no evening, gold or grey,
Brought the quick kiss, the flying feet,
Heavily would the silence press,
The loneliness, the loneliness!
The house is very still and sweet.
But if no evening, gold or grey,
Brought the quick kiss, the flying feet,
Heavily would the silence press,
The loneliness, the loneliness!
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