That dwelt in the lone house then For he suddenly smote on the door, even Louder, and lifted his head— Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight them I came, and no one answered, “Tell To that voice from the world of men: That I kept my word,” he said. Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the Never the least stir made the listeners, dark stair, That goes down to the empty hall, Though every word he spake Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house By the lonely Traveler’s call. From the one man left awake: And he felt in his heart their strangeness, Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, Their stillness answering his cry, And the sound of iron on stone, While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, And how the silence surged softly the starred and leafy sky; backward, ’Neath When the plunging hoofs were gone.
That dwelt in the lone house then Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight To that voice from the world of men: Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair, That goes down to the empty hall, Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken By the lonely Traveler’s call. And he felt in his heart their strangeness, Their stillness answering his cry, While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, ’Neath the starred and leafy sky; For he suddenly smote on the door, even Louder, and lifted his head— “Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word,” he said. Never the least stir made the listeners, Though every word he spake Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house From the one man left awake: Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, And the sound of iron on stone, And how the silence surged softly backward, When the plunging hoofs were gone.
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