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The school is freaking me out!!

Wed Feb 18, 2004, 10:18 AM

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:iconphoenixkevorkian:
:spammer: I was here... number 793

The Listeners - Walter De La Mare

"Is anybody there?" said the Traveler,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence chomped the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor.
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the traveler's head:
And he smote upon the door a second time;
"Is there anybody there?" he said.
But no one descended to the Traveler;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his gray 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
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 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:
Aye, 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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- Emo Philips
:iconskarsnik:
thank you for commenting :) and i just can give that compliment right back to you ;)
nice gallery

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:iconaless1984:
thanks for your visit! like your homer pics, they are really funny :giggle:

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:iconlique:
Thanks for the comment on my gallery :D it's a little bare right now... But I'm sure it'll grow soon!
:iconjestercat:
thanks so much for stopping by :heart: good gallery here!

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:iconkandykim:
Thank you for the comment on my gallery! I'll be sure to look at yours too! =D

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:iconjferson:
thanks for the nice comment on my gallery. I like yours too.

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