Author Lizette Woodworth Reese Topple the house down, wind;Break it and tear it, rain;She is not within,Nor will come again.That not even her ghostWill know it for her own;—Topple it into dust;Tear it bone from bone. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments