Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Ghost House - Poem by Robert Frost

I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;

The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.

It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me--
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.

They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,--
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.

Comments about Ghost House by Robert Frost

  • (10/26/2015 6:37:00 AM)

    His poems are such mysterious riddlesome things. I could sit here all day trying to unpick them. (Report) Reply

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  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 3:34:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out (Report) Reply

  • (1/20/2014 10:18:00 AM)

    its a quite pile of ghastly thoughts which even the readers could able to recreate.... loved the poem (Report) Reply

  • (6/5/2013 8:47:00 AM)

    Great poem! Love this poem by Robert frost. (Report) Reply

  • Dawn Lambert (1/1/2013 9:29:00 AM)

    took a great ghost story to something more.great! (Report) Reply

  • (10/26/2012 8:56:00 PM)

    Wow enjoyed..a very picturesque ghost house and
    the inhabitants seem quite friendly even though
    they do not know they will not talk
    your head off..can't ask for better company..
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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