“Men say, that in this midnight hour,The disembodied have power,To wander as it liketh them, By wizard oak and fairy stream,Through still and solemn places,And by old walls and tombs, to dream,With pale, cold, mournful faces. I fear them not; for they must be,Spirits of kindest sympathy,Who choose such haunts, and joy to feel, The beauties of this calm night steal, Like music o’er them, while they woo’d, The luxury of Solitude.”
~William Motherwell.jpg)
