'Come, surly fellow, come! A song!' <br />What, madmen? Sing to you? <br />Choose from the clouded tales of wrong <br />And terror I bring to you. <br /> <br />Of a night so torn with cries, <br />Honest men sleeping <br />Start awake with glaring eyes, <br />Bone-chilled, flesh creeping. <br /> <br />Of spirits in the web hung room <br />Up above the stable, <br />Groans, knockings in the gloom, <br />The dancing table. <br /> <br />Of demons in the dry well <br />That cheep and mutter, <br />Clanging of an unseen bell, <br />Blood choking the gutter. <br /> <br />Of lust frightful, past belief, <br />Lurking unforgotten, <br />Unrestrainable endless grief <br />From breasts long rotten. <br /> <br />A song? What laughter or what song <br />Can this house remember? <br />Do flowers and butterflies belong <br />To a blind December?<br /><br />Robert Graves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghost-raddled/
