Vou see that tall house opposite ?
Three times within the fleeting year,
Since last the summer-time was here,
Great changes have gone over it.

For first a bridal bright and gay
Filled the long street with riotous sound ;
And amid smiles from all around,
The newly-wedded passed away.

And when the violets came once more,
And lambs were born, a concourse went,
Still gayer, still more innocent.
To christening from that stately door.

And now the mute house dull and drear,
From blinded eyes, stares blank and white ;
And amid dust and glaring light,
The black lines slowly disappear.