Some questions and a poem to read...

First tell me about your Crucible Project.
Click on THIS FORM and answer the questions.

Then read the poem below. At the bottom of this post there is a link that says "comments" click the link and leave a comment about your thoughts on the poem.
What do you think the title might be? Who wrote it? Why? What does it mean?

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I DWELL in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;

The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.

It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me--
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.

They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,--
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.

The Crucible: Project Phase

Good morning,
  You've read The Crucible, most of it anyway. You are ready to take it to the next level. It's time for a project.
Check out this page of Crucible Project Options. Choose your project carefully. We will use the Source From to help each other with sources. View Sources Here!