My Special Guest tonight is…

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and Haunted Houses

I hope you’ve enjoyed my week of deviliciousness as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.

To finish this week off, I came across this chiller while doing my surfing for scary poems. It made me think of the poem ‘Evans‘ that I posted several months back and what may have become of him.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was born in February 1807 in Portland, Maine. He was an American poet and educator whose works include ‘Paul Revere’s Ride’, ‘The Song of Hiawatha’, and ‘Evangeline’. He was also the first American to translate Dante Alighieri’s ‘Divine Comedy’.

So lock the doors, close the curtains, sit yourself in front of the fire and enjoy.

… What was that noise ??!!

Haunted Houses

All houses wherein men have lived and died

Are haunted houses. Through the open doors

The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,

With feet that make no sound upon the floors.

 

We meet them at the door-way, on the stair,

Along the passages they come and go,

Impalpable impressions on the air,

A sense of something moving to and fro.

 

There are more guests at table than the hosts

Invited; the illuminated hall

Is thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts,

As silent as the pictures on the wall.

 

The stranger at my fireside cannot see

The forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear;

He but perceives what is; while unto me

All that has been is visible and clear.

 

We have no title-deeds to house or lands;

Owners and occupants of earlier dates

From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands,

And hold in mortmain still their old estates.

 

The spirit-world around this world of sense

Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere

Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense

A vital breath of more ethereal air.

 

Our little lives are kept in equipoise

By opposite attractions and desires;

The struggle of the instinct that enjoys,

And the more noble instinct that aspires.

 

These perturbations, this perpetual jar

Of earthly wants and aspirations high,

Come from the influence of an unseen star

An undiscovered planet in our sky.

 

And as the moon from some dark gate of cloud

Throws o’er the sea a floating bridge of light,

Across whose trembling planks our fancies crowd

Into the realm of mystery and night,—

 

So from the world of spirits there descends

A bridge of light, connecting it with this,

O’er whose unsteady floor, that sways and bends,

Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss.

 

Image from Pixabay, modified by JRFC.

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