54853: The New House

<p dir="ltr"> Now first, as I shut the door,<br> I was alone<br> In the new house; and the wind<br> Began to moan.<br> Old at once was the house,<br> And I was old;<br> My ears were teased with the dread<br> Of what was foretold,<br> Nights of storm, days of mist, without end;<br> Sad days when the sun<br> Shone in vain: old griefs and griefs<br> Not yet begun.<br> All was foretold me; naught<br> Could I foresee;<br> But I learned how the wind would sound<br> After these things should be.<br></p>