A Dark House by N. van Eyck

A dark house
In darker green —
Mutter of water and melody
From tree to tree.

Above the door
A window’s light —
Silence of stars and blossom scent, —
The door is tight.

And no one came.
The endless wait,
Stagnant dream of that pallid flame!
Around, the night.

Strange house; for none
The door undone.
For the wanderer, far in the night,
Only the window’s light.