The Traveler knocks on the moonlit door being accompanied by his horse.
*Knock Knock!* Is anybody there?
The Traveler's horse, in the silence, champed the grasses of the forest’s ferny floor and a bird flew up out of the turret, above the Traveler's head as he smote upon the door again a second time.
*Knocks again* Is anybody there?
No head from the leaf-fringed sill leaned over and looked into his grey eyes, where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners that dwelt in the lone house then stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight.
*Echos from the Traveler*
’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.
Every word he spake fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house. 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.