The Poor House
by Sara Teasdale
Hope went by and Peace went by And would not enter in; Youth went by and Health went by And Love that is their kin. Those within the house shed tears On their bitter bread; Some were old and some were mad, And some were sick a-bed. Gray Death saw the wretched house And even he passed by "They have never lived," he said, "They can wait to die."
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