The Silent House

“WHY have they gone?” the old clock wondered —
Its hands were joined like hands in prayer,
But stilled was the voice that one time thundered
Midnight from the landing on the stair.
“When they glanced at me,” said the looking-glass,
“They were seeing strange things far away;
They left the garden and the uncut grass
But swore to return to us some day.”
Down the hall sauntered a mouse,
Monarch of silence and traps unbaited,
And his footsteps lisped all through the house
While the mirror watched, and the old clock waited.