The Nature of Things

Okay, I'm a bit late for Halloween, but here's a poem that I came across last week and I liked its images. So even though I'm late, I thought I would share it with you. I hope you find it...interesting. The Haunted House by Felicia Dorothea Hemans I seem like one Who treads alone    Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead,    And all but me departed.            —Thomas Moore, “Oft in the Stilly Night (Scotch Air)” See’st thou yon gray gleaming hall, Where the deep elm-shadows fall? Voices that have left the earth      Long ago, Still are murmuring round its hearth,      Soft and low: Ever there;—yet one alone Hath the gift to hear their tone. Guests come thither, and depart, Free of step, and light of heart; Children, with sweet visions blessed, In the haunted chambers rest; One alone unslumbering lies When the night hath sealed all eyes, One quick heart and watchful ear, Listening for those whispers clear....