"No smoke spreads out of this chimney-pot, The people who lived here have left the spot, And others are coming who knew them not.
If you listen anon, with an ear intent, The voices, you'll find, will be different From the well-known ones of those who went."
"Why did they go? Their tones so bland Were quite familiar to our band;
The comers we shall not understand."
"They look for a new life, rich and strange;
They do not know that, let them range Wherever they may, they will get no change.
"They will drag their house-gear ever so far In their search for a home no miseries mar;
They will find that as they were they are, "That every hearth has a ghost, alack, And can be but the scene of a bivouac Till they move perforce--no time to pack!"