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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409471" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Haunted Houses. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All houses wherein men have lived and died<br>Are haunted houses. Through the open doors<br>The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,<br>With feet that make no sound upon the floors. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We meet them at the doorway, on the stair,<br>Along the passages they come and go,<br>Impalpable impressions on the air,<br>A sense of something moving to and fro. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are more guests at table, than the hosts<br>Invited; the illuminated hall<br>Is thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts,<br>As silent as the pictures on the wall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stranger at my fireside cannot see<br>The forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear;<br>He but perceives what is; while unto me<br>All that has been is visible and clear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have no title-deeds to house or lands;<br>Owners and occupants of earlier dates<br>From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands,<br>And hold in mortmain still their old estates. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The spirit-world around this world of sense<br>Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere<br>Wafts through these earthly mists and vapors dense<br>A vital breath of more ethereal air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our little lives are kept in equipoise<br>By opposite attractions and desires;<br>The struggle of the instinct that enjoys,<br>And the more noble instinct that aspires. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">These perturbations, this perpetual jar<br>Of earthly wants and aspirations high,<br>Come from the influence of an unseen star,<br>An undiscovered planet in our sky. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as the moon from some dark gate of cloud<br>Throws o'er the sea a floating bridge of light,<br>Across whose trembling planks our fancies crowd<br>Into the realm of mystery and night,-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So from the world of spirits there descends<br>A bridge of light, connecting it with this,<br>O'er whose unsteady floor, that sways and bends,<br>Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors. 

We meet them at the doorway, on the stair,
Along the passages they ..."></div>
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