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by Cristel Hastings
published in WEIRD TALES, May 1932
There are shadows creeping, crawling
Through the forest, through the wood,
And the low night winds are sobbing
Where a grayish house once stood
With its air of age and silence,
Windows shuttered to the sun,
With its creaking gate and stairways
Where the furtive shadows run.
All is loneliness and silence:
All is dark with mystery—
Winds keep searching, spend and breathless,
Till the fainting sunbeams flee.
All they find are strange blue silence,
Memories and weeds and sighs
That go echoing like whispers
Somewhere to the moon-mad skies.
But the shadows keep on creeping,
Crawling early, sprawling late—
While the wind runs on in terror
Like a phantom through the gate.