Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Rosamund Marriott Watson b. 1860The Farm on the Links
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Still the old roof-tree hangs rotting overhead,
Still the black windows stare sullenly to seaward,
Still the blank doorway gapes, open to the dead;
What comes apace on those fearful, stealthy feet,
Back from the chill sea-deeps, gliding o’er the sand-dunes,
Home to the old home, once again to meet?
Flameless and dull as the feuds and fears of old?
Laughing and fleering still, menacing and mocking,
Sadder than death itself, harsher than the cold.
Woe for the wrong and the hate too deep to die!
Woe for the deeds of the dreary days past over,
Woe for the grief of the gloomy days gone by!
Where are they bound for? those that gather there,
Slow, with the sea-wind sobbing through the chambers,—
Soft, with the salt mist stealing up the stair?
Banned and forbidden yet, dark with spot and stain:
Only the old house watches and remembers,
Only the old home welcomes them again.