The leaves looked in at the window
Of the house across the way,
At a man that had sinned like you and me
And all poor human clay.
He muttered: 'In a gambol
I took my soul astray,
But to-morrow I'll drag it back from danger,
In the morning, come what may;
For no man knows what season
He shall go his ghostly way.'
And his face fell down upon the table,
And where it fell it lay.
And the wind blew under the carpet
And it said, or it seemed to say:
'Truly, all men must go a-ghosting
And no man knows his day.'
And the leaves stared in at the window
Like the people at a play.
The House Across The Way
Ralph Hodgson
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Poem topics: house, people, poor, wind, soul, human, play, face, morning, Season, Valentine's Day, danger, I love you, I miss you, window, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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