“Deserted” by Madison Cawein

Walpurgis Night Special:
Have a Happy Walpurgisnacht
⁓The Voice before the Void

“Deserted”

Madison Cawein

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.

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