Unit 2 Testing Week Fri. Jan. 15 Exit Ticket

They’re all away
And the house is still,
And the dust lies thick
On the window sill,
And the stairway creaks
In a solemn tone
This taunting phrase:
“You are all alone.”

They’ve gone away
And the rooms are bare;
I miss his cap
From a parlor chair.
And I miss the toys
In the lonely hall,
But most of any
I miss his call.

I miss the shouts
And the laughter gay
Which greeted me