Deserted
The old house leans upon a tree
——Like some old man upon a staff:
The night wind in its ancient porch
——Sounds like a hollow laugh.
The heaven is wrapped in flying clouds
——As grandeur cloaks itself in gray:
The starlight flitting in and out,
——Glints like a lanthorn ray.
The dark is full of whispers. Now
——A fox-hound howls: and through the night,
Like some old ghost from out its grave,
——The moon comes misty white.
——Like some old man upon a staff:
The night wind in its ancient porch
——Sounds like a hollow laugh.
The heaven is wrapped in flying clouds
——As grandeur cloaks itself in gray:
The starlight flitting in and out,
——Glints like a lanthorn ray.
The dark is full of whispers. Now
——A fox-hound howls: and through the night,
Like some old ghost from out its grave,
——The moon comes misty white.
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