SYMPATHY
THAT ugly pumpkin-coloured house
That I saw from the train—
I have wondered about the minds of the people inside
But I wonder in vain.
Did they choose that paint?
Or perhaps it was brought them to buy—
Oh I hope now they’ve got it all done that they like it—
And don’t just have to try.
Oh I hope that it shines there for them
In their sunny green fields
Like a lantern at night—
And I hope that on dull rainy days they both say to each other
“Don’t it look nice and bright?”
Oh I think I shall never forget them
In their new-painted house!