Life and Thought have gone away

Side by side,

Leaving door and windows wide.

Careless tenants they!

All within is dark as night:

In the windows is no light;

And no murmur at the door,

So frequent on its hinge before.

Close the door; the shutters close;

Or through the windows we shall see

The nakedness and vacancy

Of the dark deserted house.

Come away: no more of mirth

Is here or merry-making sound.

The house was builded of the earth,

And shall fall again to ground.

Come away: for Life and Thought

Here no longer dwell;

But in a city glorious;

A great and distant city -have bought

A mansion incorruptible.

Would they could have stayed with us!





Lord Alfred Tennyson

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