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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