Each heart has its haunted chamber, <br />Where the silent moonlight falls! <br />On the floor are mysterious footsteps, <br />There are whispers along the walls! <br /> <br />And mine at times is haunted <br />By phantoms of the Past <br />As motionless as shadows <br />By the silent moonlight cast. <br /> <br />A form sits by the window, <br />That is not seen by day, <br />For as soon as the dawn approaches <br />It vanishes away. <br /> <br />It sits there in the moonlight <br />Itself as pale and still, <br />And points with its airy finger <br />Across the window-sill. <br /> <br />Without before the window, <br />There stands a gloomy pine, <br />Whose boughs wave upward and downward <br />As wave these thoughts of mine. <br /> <br />And underneath its branches <br />Is the grave of a little child, <br />Who died upon life's threshold, <br />And never wept nor smiled. <br /> <br />What are ye, O pallid phantoms! <br />That haunt my troubled brain? <br />That vanish when day approaches, <br />And at night return again? <br /> <br />What are ye, O pallid phantoms! <br />But the statues without breath, <br />That stand on the bridge overarching <br />The silent river of death?<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-haunted-chamber-birds-of-passage-flight-the-third/
