<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508011" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Low Barometer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The south-wind strengthens to a gale,<br>Across the moon the clouds fly fast,<br>The house is smitten as with a flail,<br>The chimney shudders to the blast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On such a night, when Air has loosed<br>Its guardian grasp on blood and brain,<br>Old terrors then of god or ghost<br>Creep from their caves to life again;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Reason kens he herits in<br>A haunted house. Tenants unknown<br>Assert their squalid lease of sin<br>With earlier title than his own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unbodied presences, the packed<br>Pollution and remorse of Time,<br>Slipped from oblivion re-enact<br>The horrors of unhousehold crime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some men would quell the thing with prayer<br>Whose sightless footsteps pad the floor,<br>Whose fearful trespass mounts the stair<br>Or burst the locked forbidden door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some have seen corpses long interred<br>Escape from hallowing control,<br>Pale charnel forms - nay even have heard<br>The shrilling of a troubled soul,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That wanders till the dawn has crossed<br>The dolorous dark, or Earth has wound<br>Closer her storm-spread cloak, and thrust<br>The baleful phantoms underground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Seymour+Bridges">Robert Seymour Bridges</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508011" data-title="Low Barometer de Robert Seymour Bridges" data-description="The south-wind strengthens to a gale, Across the moon the clouds fly fast, The house is smitten as with a flail, The chimney shudders to the blast. On such a night, when Air has loosed Its guardian grasp on blood and brain, Old terrors then of go..."></div> </div> </div>

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