Monday, 7 November 2016

THOMAS HOOD’S THE HAUNTED HOUSE


O’er all there hung a shadow and a fear
A sense of mystery the spirit daunted,
And said, as plain as whisper in the ear,
The place is haunted!

Unhinged the iron gates half open hung,
Jarr’d by the rusty gales of many winters,
That from its crumpled pedestal had flung
One marble globe in splinters.

No dog was at the threshold, great or small;
No pigeon on the roof- no house hold creature-
No cat demurely dozing on the wall-
Not one domestic feature.

No human figure stirred, to go or come,
No face looked forth from shut or open casement;
No chimney smoked- there was no sign of home
From parapet to basement.

With shatter’d panes the grassy court was starr’d;
The time- worn coping- stone had tumbled after!
And through the ragged- roof the sky shone, barr’d.

With naked beam and rafter.”

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