A man comes home after a long hunt, but something has changed: he describes himself as "dead to all I own." The speaker seems to be returning to everything he values, his house, his children, his wealth, yet he can no longer feel connected to any of it. The odd phrase "a house made of children and gold" folds family and money into one structure, as if love and possessions were the same building material.
The last lines are the strangest. His "picture," perhaps a portrait or the image of himself that others hold, is "now done with me." It has moved on without him. The poem suggests he has become a ghost in his own life, or that the person he used to be no longer exists.
The mood is quiet, eerie and sad. Because the title is "Fable," the scene feels like an old story with a hidden warning: you can come home and find that home has no place left for you.