The House of Eld

Now the old winds are wild about the house, And the old ghosts cry to me from the air Of a far isle set in the western sea, And of the evening sunlight lingering there.

Ah! I am bound here, bound and fettered, The dark house crumbles, and the woods decay, I was too fain of life, that bound me here; Away, old long-loved ghosts, away, away!