Is anybody there said the traveller
'IS there anybody there?' said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor.
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller's head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
'Is there anybody there?' he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
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.
I feel like the man in this poem, its so quiet in here today.
Today I have been sweating and sighing and eating biscuits all day which has made my sugars loopy.
Very little sunshine today, just a thick cloud cover.
I am trying to start with the whole Flylady, even though the tone of the thing bears little relation to my life. I just want to have a flat that's not a hellhole.
Last night I washed most of the things up and kept my sink "shiney" and it was much nicer to come down to. It also encouraged me to wash up my breakfast plate and bowl so as not to disturb the sink.
Tomorrow I will have to get up early to get to school for 8.30. I haven't done anywhere near enough work, and I can feel my teaching skills slipping away from me. Hopefully my brain won't seize up before september.
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor.
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller's head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
'Is there anybody there?' he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
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.
I feel like the man in this poem, its so quiet in here today.
Today I have been sweating and sighing and eating biscuits all day which has made my sugars loopy.
Very little sunshine today, just a thick cloud cover.
I am trying to start with the whole Flylady, even though the tone of the thing bears little relation to my life. I just want to have a flat that's not a hellhole.
Last night I washed most of the things up and kept my sink "shiney" and it was much nicer to come down to. It also encouraged me to wash up my breakfast plate and bowl so as not to disturb the sink.
Tomorrow I will have to get up early to get to school for 8.30. I haven't done anywhere near enough work, and I can feel my teaching skills slipping away from me. Hopefully my brain won't seize up before september.