The Listeners

continues...

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 Traveller'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 on 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:
Ay, 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.

Walter de la Mare

I thought this a good poem for suddenly dark evenings.  A lot of you will know it backwards - at one time the UK's favourite poem for a bunch of years - but I still love it and it fits with MerrilHope's MonoMonday subject today, 'Stilllife'.  Thank you for hosting, Merril.  And to Hobbs for his new November theme, 'MoodyMono'

Not a lot else to say about the day - some sun, some rain, visit to the dentist.  You know that kind of Monday..

Enjoy your evening  xx