Edward Thomas - The Long Small Room lyrics

The long small room that showed willows in the west Narrowed up to the end the fireplace filled Although not wide. I liked it. No one guessed What need or accident made them so build Only the moon, the mouse, and the sparrow peeped In from the ivy round the casement thick Of all they saw and heard there they shall keep The tale for the old ivy and older brick When I look back I am like moon, sparrow, and mouse That witnessed what they could never understand Or alter or prevent in the dark house One thing remains the same - this is my right hand Crawling crab-like over the clean white page Resting awhile each morning on the pillow Then one more starting to crawl on towards age The hundred last leaves stream upon the willow