Like a prowling wolf, I padded from door to door
Of the dark, empty house, crying for entry there;
To the narrow stone-flagged hall, and the dingy stair,
And the room overhead, where I should sleep no more.

The cold, implacable windows were shuttered fast;
And gloomily high above me the chimneys soared
Into a stony sky; everything round ignored
That I was a child shut out from the house of the past.

Like a prowling wolf, I padded from door to door
Of the dark, empty house, crying for entry there;
To the narrow stone-flagged hall, and the dingy stair,
And the room overhead, where I should sleep no more.

The cold, implacable windows were shuttered fast;
And gloomily high above me the chimneys soared
Into a stony sky; everything round ignored
That I was a child shut out from the house of the past.