Classic Poem

We thought of lone wood paths where silence rears
Her houses of solitude all lorn & dread
Which darkness peoples with a thousand fears
We pictured these within our nightly shed
& almost wondered how we dared to tread
Those haunts by day at leisures idle will
& while the wild winds rocked us in our bed
Strange looks of things our waking dreams would fill
We closed our eyes in vain & saw the shadows still