Classic Poem

When the night is cloudy,
And mists hang on the hill,
There are ghostly footsteps
And voices, thin and shrill;
Nothing will your looking
Show you in the dark
If the door is opened,
But harken, harken, hark!

In the hours of darkness
Thronging from their camp
Dark and ghostly goblins
Flicker by the lamp;
Listen to their laughter
As they flicker by the lamp!

When the rain is falling,
And the night is bleak,
Something moves the knocker
And makes the hinges creak;
Sometimes on the window
A waving shadow falls;
Sometimes clammy whispers
Echo through the halls.

They lure you with sweet voices
When you should be in bed;
Something creaks behind you,
Something creaks ahead,
Something gazes at you
From behind a tree,
But if you look around you,
Nothing will you see.

In the hours of darkness
Thronging from their camp
Dark and ghostly goblins
Flicker by the lamp;
Listen to their laughter
As they flicker by the lamp.