Had long devoured the roof and porch:
The gray disintegrating walls
Still swayed and tottered in the air,
Or lay in heaps within its halls,
In melancholy ruin there:
The towering chimney, black and tall,
Stood, as if mourning o'er its fall:
And through the dismal mist and rain,
The windows, void of sash and pane,
Seemed staring at the gathering night,