In the Wood

Where trees were sloping on the hill
I stood and wondered where
All this that I now saw and heard
I saw and heard before;
Beyond the path as through a door
The busy light of open day
That seemed so far away,
The silence broken by a bird,
A restless bird among the boughs,
The idle sunlight in the gloom;
And then I knew;
We stood and sat around the room
With sunlight falling on the floor,
Black silent figures listening to
Those stealthy noises here and there,
Those slow steps on the stair,
The day the dead man left his house;
Yes, there I waited still
Musing that all was now the same,
Silence and gloom and sun's sick flame,
As when the dead man went his way.
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