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May 5th, 2008
Episode 214 of 608 episodes
Munro read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Solitude by Harold Munro (1879 – 1932) When you have tidied all things for the night, And while your thoughts are fading to their sleep, You'll pause a moment in the late firelight, Too sorrowful to weep. The large and gentle furniture has stood In sympathetic silence all the day With that old kindness of domestic wood; Nevertheless the haunted room will say: "Someone must be away." The little dog rolls over half awake, Stretches his paws, yawns, looking up at you, Wags his tail very slightly for your sake, That you may feel he is unhappy too. A distant engine whistles, or the floor Creaks, or the wandering night-wind bangs a door Silence is scattered like a broken glass. The minutes prick their ears and run about, Then one by one subside again and pass Sedately in, monotonously out. You bend your head and wipe away a tear. Solitude walks one heavy step more near.