A vanished house that for an hour I knew br By some forgotten chance when I was young br Had once a glimmering window overhung br With honeysuckle wet with evening dew. br Along the path tall dusky dahlias grew, br And shadowy hydrangeas reached and swung br Ferociously; and over me, among br The moths and mysteries, a blurred bat flew. br br Somewhere within there were dim presences br Of days that hovered and of years gone by. br I waited, and between their silences br There was an evanescent faded noise; br And though a child, I knew it was the voice br Of one whose occupation was to die.