Why do I think of stairways <br />With a rush of hurt surprise? <br />Wistful as forgotten love In remembered eyes; <br />And fitful as the flutter <br />Of little draughts of air <br />That linger on a stairway <br />As though they loved it there. <br />New and shining stairways, <br />Stairways worn and old, <br />Where rooms are prison places <br />And corridors are cold, <br />You intrigue with fancy, <br />You challenge with a lore <br />Elusive as a moon's light <br />Shadowing a floor. <br /> <br />You speak to me not only <br />With the lure of storied art- <br />For wonder of old footsteps <br />Lies lightly on my heart; <br />And more than the reminiscence <br />Of yesterday's renown- <br /> <br />Laughter that might have floated up, <br />Echoes that should drift down.<br /><br />Hazel Hall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stairways/
