House Of Stone

Poem By Robert Walter Huge

Vacant the mansion
That's void
Of song,
Empty The palace,
Regardless
Its throng;
For if mortar and brick
Be its pulse
Be its blood,
More squalid that manor
Than a hovel
Of mud.

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