Glad old house of lichened stonework,
What I owed you in my lone work,
       &nbsp Noon and night!
Whensoever faint or ailing,
Letting go my grasp and failing,
       &nbsp You lent light.

How by that fair title came you?
Did some forward eye so name you
       &nbsp Knowing that one,
Sauntering down his century blindly,
Would remark your sound, so kindly,
       &nbsp And be won?

Smile in sunlight, sleep in moonlight,
Bask in April, May, and June-light,
       &nbsp Zephyr-fanned;
Let your chambers show no sorrow,
Blanching day, or stuporing morrow,
       &nbsp While they stand.