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Allan

Allan Report 24 Aug 2020 12:19

Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest’s ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller’s head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller’s call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
’Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:—
‘Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,’ he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.

Sharron

Sharron Report 24 Aug 2020 12:24

Good old Walter!

Allan

Allan Report 24 Aug 2020 12:27

Yep, and most apt

Allan

Allan Report 24 Aug 2020 21:51

I rest my case!

JoyLouise

JoyLouise Report 26 Aug 2020 07:56

Did he have an obsession with doors at one time, I wonder?

The first poem I learned at school (I was about five) was 'Someone'.

AnninGlos

AnninGlos Report 26 Aug 2020 09:09

Yep very apt we are a bit like the Marie Celestbat the moment.

Allan

Allan Report 26 Aug 2020 09:19

Thank you, AnninGlos, that has restored my faith. :-)

I'm glad that I'm not alone in my view :-D