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Old 05-30-2010, 04:03 AM   #675
GeoffC
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The spring sun shone into the room,
A ray of golden yellow;
It caught every scrap of dust,
Even things in shadow:
It showed the dust of a hundred years,
In a house of twice that age:
The people of this house are dead, since 1884.

**

A cloud came over the sun,
The house went dull
A wind spring up;
The house was blown about:
The wind blew where,
The sun had shone:
And blew all the dust away.

**

The sun came out again,
Its yellow ray
Shone into the dining room:
It showed in there,
A table laid,
Of food and wine of old:
People were walking,
Too and fro':
As the sun,
Shone into the house,
The people melted away:
And kids came in,
they laid the table,
With picnic things.

**

Oh, what would they say,
If they had seen those ghosts;
That haunted the house,
On a windy day?.....

© G. 1969
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