The House on the Borderland/Dedication
TO MY FATHER
(Whose feet tread the lost aeons)
Open the door,
- And listen!
Only the wind's muffled roar,
- And the glisten
Of tears 'round the moon.
- And, in fancy, the tread
Of vanishing shoon—
- Out in the night with the Dead.
"Hush! And hark
- To the sorrowful cry
Of the wind in the dark.
- Hush and hark, without murmur or sigh,
- To shoon that tread the lost aeons:
- To the sound that bids you to die.
Hush and hark! Hush and Hark!" Shoon of the Dead