“A knock on the door,

Deep in the night;

All were sleeping then,

And I was alone;

I wondered who it was,

A plaintive knock;

Nothing more,

As silence then wore,

I put the book aside,

And in the lamp light;

With shadows behind,

Opened the door wide;

None was there,

Or further outside;

And as I shut the door,

The clock chimed twice;

 I sat down again,

Lost and thinking;

The pigeons outside shifted,

Their wings flapping;

Was it the Wind,

Howling in the night;

Or was it the Phantom Soul,

Come home after its flight ? ”


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