"The Brown Lady" (1936) by Captain Provand and Indre Shira
I do not remember which way I have gone,
I have not developed a sense of time,
My house is embellished with ivy and thorn,
My roses lie dead in the frozen night.
Quick! You see my shadow on the stair,
It mounts in graceful agèdness.
But do you remember the dust and the webOf houses long before vacated?
(written in early 80s)