Victorian Giant

A shadow of itself, and clad in tattered paint;
The sunlight through the dusty window sparkles faint
Upon the threadbare carpet where the children played
In better days. The echoes of their laughter fade
Away to nothing now; the portraits on the walls
Remain, the only tenants of these empty halls.

Spring 1989

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