Sara Teasdale - The Poor House lyrics

HOPE went by and Peace went by And would not enter in; Youth went by and Health went by And Love that is their kin. Those within the house shed tears On their bitter bread; Some were old and some were mad, And some were sick a-bed. Gray d**h saw the wretched house And even he pa**ed by— "They have never lived," he said, "They can wait to die."