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The Old House

Rating: 2.7

In through the porch and up the silent stair;
Little is changed, I know so well the ways;--
Here, the dead came to meet me; it was there
The dream was dreamed in unforgotten days.

But who is this that hurries on before,
A flitting shade the brooding shades among?--
She turned,--I saw her face,--O God, it wore
The face I used to wear when I was young!

I thought my spirit and my heart were tamed
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Leslie Sharp 17 August 2014

To me it read as if a women walk back into her childhood home, life and that she might of been abused at one time. I am wondering how deep Amy Levy went into herself or maybe it was a friend, surely the pain clearly showed in the poem! I Love it

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