"Is there anybody there ?" said the traveller , knocking on the moonlight door and his horse in the silence champed on the forests ferny floor
I know you are here
And he smote upon the door for a second time , "is there antibody there" he said. But no one descended to the traveller. No head from the leaf fringed sill leaned over and dazed at his Gray eyes
Tell them I came , tell them I kept my promise
But only a host of phantom listeners 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 the goes goes down to the empty hall, hearkening in the air stirred and shaken by the lonely travellers call
And he felt it in his heart their strangeness their stillness answered his cry while his horse moved, cropping the dark turf
Neath the starred and leafy sky . For he smote on the door even louder and lifted his head , tell them I came and no one answered, tell them I kept my word he said
They heard his feet upon the stirrup , and the sound of iron on stone and how the silence surged
