The Listeners

The Listeners “Is there anybody there?” said the Traveler, knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the selence champed the grasses Of the forest’s ferny floor: And a bird flew up out of the turret, Above the Traveler’s head: And he smote upon the door a second time; “Is there anybody there?” he said. But no one descended to the Traveler; No head from the leaf-fringed sill Leaned over and looked inot his gray



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