A very, very old house I know -- And ever so many people go, Past the small lodge, forlorn and still, Under the heavy branches, till Comes the blank wall, and there's the door. Go in they do; come out no more. No voice says aught; no spark of light Across that threshold cheers the sight; Only the evening star on high Less lonely makes a lonely sky, As, one by one, the people go Into that very old house I know.
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Authorship:
- by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "The old house", appears in Peacock Pie: A Book of Rhymes, in 4. Places and People, no. 4 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Herbert Norman Howells (1892 - 1983), "The old house", from A Garland for de la Mare, no. 11 [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2009-12-14
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