The House of Eld

Now the old winds are wild about the house,And the old ghosts cry to me from the airOf a far isle set in the western sea,And of the evening sunlight lingering there.

Ah! I am bound here, bound and fettered,The dark house crumbles, and the woods decay,I was too fain of life, that bound me here;Away, old long-loved ghosts, away, away!