Poems (Kennedy)/A Soulful Question
A SOULFUL QUESTION
"DIDST ever," asks the Soulful One, Uplifting eyes steeped in old dreams And mysticism of dead days Down which have run the runic themes Of ghostly visitants that shun the gazeAnd only walk when day is doneAnd haunt the reaches of the clear, wan moon—
"Didst ever go, 'neath night's close brooding wing, Into a room all dark and still And know you were alone—no one was there, Yet feel within your soul the prescient thrill Of unseen presence stir the air—Didst ever do this strange, unfathomed thing?Oh, answer from thy weird experience!"
And then we answered: "Yea, when daylight flits We've entered such a room and felt The 'unseen presence' ambushed there, And barked our shin, and raised a welt, And in our fury kicked th' offending chairInto some several dozen flying bits!Yea, we have done this strange, unfathomed thing."