The Dream House

I steal across the sodden floor

And dead leaves blow about,

Where once we planned an iron door

To shut the whole world out;

I find the hearth, its fires unlit,

Its ashes cold — Tonight

Only the stars give warmth to it,

Only the moon gives light.

And yonder on our spacious bed

Fashioned for love and sleep

The Autumn goldenrod lies dead,

The maple-leaves lie deep.