HOUSE-WITHOUT-ROOF
BY EDITH M. THOMAS
HOUSE-WITHOUT-ROOF my house I called,
Whether in palaces I dwelt
Or lowly cot, clay-paved and walled;
And, if at wayside cross I knelt,
Or if at shrine, for me the place
Dissolved into hypæthral space.
Beside the fire on mine own hearth,
While household hours slipped softly by,