Thomas Hardy - A house with a History lyrics

There is a house in a city street   Some past ones made their own; Its floors were criss-crossed by their feet,    And their babblings beat   From ceiling to white hearth-stone. And who are peopling its parlours now?   Who talk across its floor? Mere freshlings are they, blank of brow,    Who read not how   Its prime had pa**ed before Their raw equipments, scenes, and says   Afflicted its memoried face, That had seen every larger phase    Of human ways   Before these filled the place. To them that house's tale is theirs,  No former voices call Aloud therein. Its aspect bears    Their joys and cares   Alone, from wall to wall.