| Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935). Collected Poems. 1921. |
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| II. The Children of the Night |
| 10. The House on the Hill |
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| THEY are all gone away, | |
| The House is shut and still, | |
| There is nothing more to say. | |
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| Through broken walls and gray | |
| The winds blow bleak and shrill: | 5 |
| They are all gone away. | |
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| Nor is there one to-day | |
| To speak them good or ill: | |
| There is nothing more to say. | |
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| Why is it then we stray | 10 |
| Around the sunken sill? | |
| They are all gone away, | |
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| And our poor fancy-play | |
| For them is wasted skill: | |
| There is nothing more to say. | 15 |
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| There is ruin and decay | |
| In the House on the Hill: | |
| They are all gone away, | |
| There is nothing more to say. | |
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