 The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson Read for LibriVox.org by Alan Clare They are all gone away. The house is shut and still. There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and grey the winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Or is there one today to speak them good or ill? There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray around the sunken sill? They are all gone away. And our poor fancy play, for them, is wasted skill. There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay in the house on the hill. They are all gone away. There is nothing more to say. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson Read for LibriVox.org by Alan Davis Drake They are all gone away. The house is shut and still. There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and grey the winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Nor is there one today to speak them good or ill. There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray around the sunken sill? They are all gone away. And our poor fancy play, for them, is wasted skill. There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay in the house on the hill. They have all gone away. There is nothing more to say. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson Read for LibriVox.org by Cricket. They are all gone away. The house is shut and still. There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and grey the winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Nor is there one today to speak them good or ill. There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray around the sunken sill? They are all gone away. And our poor fancy play, for them, is wasted skill. There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay in the house on the hill. They are all gone away. There is nothing more to say. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson Read for LibriVox.org by Cricket. They are all gone away. The house is shut and still. There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and grey the winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Nor is there one today to speak them good or ill. There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray around the sunken sill? They are all gone away. And our poor fancy play, for them, is wasted skill. There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay in the house on the hill. They are all gone away. There is nothing more to say. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson Read for LibriVox.org by DiliBab. They are all gone away. The house is shut and still. There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and grey the winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Nor is there one today to speak them good or ill. There is nothing more to say. Why is it then that we stray around the sunken sill? They are all gone away. And our poor fancy play, for them, is wasted skill. There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay in the house on the hill. They are all gone away. There is nothing more to say. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson Read for LibriVox.org by Gemma Blythe. They are all gone away. The house is shut and still. There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and grey the winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Nor is there one today to speak them good or ill. There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray around the sunken sill? They are all gone away. And our poor fancy play, for them, is wasted skill. There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay in the house on the hill. They are all gone away. There is nothing more to say. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson Read for LibriVox.org by James Gladwin. Somerset, October 3, 2007. They are all gone away. The house is shut and still. There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and grey the winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Nor is there one today to speak them good or ill. There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray around the sunken sill? They are all gone away. And our poor fancy play, for them, is wasted skill. There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay in the house on the hill. They are all gone away. There is nothing more to say. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson Read for LibriVox.org by Kristen Hughes. They are all gone away. The house is shut and still. There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and grey the winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Nor is there one today to speak them good or ill. There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray around the sunken sill? They are all gone away. And our poor fancy play, for them, is wasted skill. There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay in the house on the hill. They are all gone away. There is nothing more to say. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. They are all gone away. The house is shut and still. There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and grey the winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Nor is there one today to speak them good or ill. There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray around the sunken sill? They are all gone away. And our poor fancy play, for them, is wasted skill. There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay in the house on the hill. They are all gone away. There is nothing more to say. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson Read for LibriVox.org by Laura Caldwell. They are all gone away. The house is shut and still. There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and grey the winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Nor is there one today to speak them good or ill. There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray around the sunken sill? They are all gone away. And our poor fancy play, for them, is wasted skill. There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay in the house on the hill. They are all gone away. There is nothing more to say. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The House on the Hill by Edward Arlington Robinson Read for LibriVox.org by ML Cohen. They are all gone away. The house is shut and still. There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and grey the winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Nor is there one today to speak them good or ill. There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray around the sunken sill? They are all gone away. And our poor fancy play, for them, is wasted skill. There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay in the house on the hill. They are all gone away. There is nothing more to say. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The House on the Hill by Edward Arlington Robinson Read for LibriVox.org by Mary Mack. They are all gone away. The house is shut and still. There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and grey the winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Nor is there one today to speak them good or ill. There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray around the sunken sill? They are all gone away. And our poor fancy play, for them, is wasted skill. There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay in the house on the hill. They are all gone away. There is nothing more to say. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson Read for LibriVox.org by Mark Smith. They are all gone away. The house is shut and still. There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and grey the winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Nor is there one today to speak them good or ill. There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray around the sunken sill? They are all gone away. And our poor fancy play, for them, is wasted skill. There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay in the house on the hill. They are all gone away. There is nothing more to say. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson Read for LibriVox.org by Paul Z. They are all gone away. The house is shut and still. There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and grey the winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Nor is there one today to speak them good or ill. There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray around the sunken sill? They are all gone away. And our poor fancy play, for them, is wasted skill. There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay in the house on the hill. They are all gone away. There is nothing more to say. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson Read for LibriVox.org by Robert Scott. Mojo Move 411.com. They are all gone away. The house is shut and still. There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and grey the winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Nor is there one today to speak them good or ill. There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray around the sunken sill? They are all gone away. And our poor fancy play, for them, is wasted skill. There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay in the house on the hill. They are all gone away. There is nothing more to say. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson Read for LibriVox.org by Shirtical. They are all gone away. The house is shut and still. There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and grey the winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Nor is there one today to speak them good or ill. There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray around the sunken sill? They are all gone away. And our poor fancy play, for them, is wasted skill. There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay in the house on the hill. They are all gone away.