Cross reference topics for line 388

There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.

There are multiple cross reference topics for line 388. Choose from:

1. Churches
2. Emptiness
3. Home
4. Rooms, buildings, shelter
5. Wind

Topic: Churches

• 67)  To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
  
  
• 202)  Et, O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
  
  
• 264)  Of Magnus Martyr hold
  
  
• 387)  Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
  
  
• 388)  There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
  
  

Topic: Emptiness

• 42)  Oed' und leer das Meer.
  
  
• 177)  The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
  178)  Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
  179)  Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
  180)  And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors;
  181)  Departed, have left no addresses.
  
  
• 388)  There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
  
  
• 409)  In our empty rooms
  
  

Topic: Home

• 166)  Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
  
• 221)  Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
  
• 222)  The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
  
• 388)  There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
  

Topic: Rooms, buildings, shelter

• 23)  And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
  
  
• 106)  Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
  
  
• 190)  On a winter evening round behind the gashouse
  
  
• 194)  And bones cast in a little low dry garret,
  
  
• 213)  To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
  214)  Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
  
  
• 254)  Paces about her room again, alone,
  
  
• 388)  There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
  
  
• 409)  In our empty rooms
  
  

Topic: Wind

• 64)  Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
  
  
• 89)  And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
  
  
• 118)   The wind under the door.
  
  
• 119)  'What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?'
  
  
• 174)  Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
  175)  Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.
  
  
• 286)   Southwest wind
  
  
• 316)  Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
  
  
• 354)   And dry grass singing
  
  
• 386)  In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
  
  
• 388)  There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
  
  
• 393)  In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust