โNothing on the grey roof,
nothing on the brown,
Only a little greening,
where the rain drips down;
Nobody at the window,
nobody at the door,
Only a little hollow,
which a foot once wore;
But still I tread on tiptoe,
still tiptoe on I go,
Past nettle, porch and weedy well,
for oh, I know
A friendless face is peering,
and a clear still eye
Peeps closely through the casement
as my step goes by.โ
Walter de la Mare 1884