On Tobey's Road

As NO one lived on Tobey’s road
And no one living could say where
His house had stood, we were surprised
To chance upon it standing now
Hidden deeply in the wood. —A tree
At every corner still; we marveled how
The stones held upright for each sill.
The windows wore a branchy look
Seen through the shadows of the trees,
And limbs closed in above the door.
Nearing, we parted these to find
The wide and welcome entrance there.
The house seemed shingled all in leaves
Green grown and mossy at the eaves,
And we were mindful that the rain
Ran down the rafters everywhere,
For leaf-stain browned the leaf-strewn floor.
It was old Tobey’s house we found,
Still standing on the wooded knoll;
Yet looking back, when we had left,
— It seemed a century had turned round-
The house had vanished from the wood
And trees grew from the cellar hole.