Classic Poem

They left to me their house and lands
Who am the next of kin.
On what was theirs I lay my hands
And freely I go in.

Before the hearth where they once sat
I speak my yes and no.
I am the master over it
Who once would come and go.

I would repeat the bitter sting
Of all my early need,
Yes, I would own not anything
But have Them here indeed.

I would resign my years of right
If I could hear them say;
" We cannot let you go to-night"
Or, " Come and spend the day.

Now this estate lies broad and fair
As far as eye can see.
But not a voice breaks on the air
And no one speaks to me.