dual personalities

The subject heading is not a plea for readers, although I can’t help noticing that my dual personality is usually the only one who comments on my posts. No, no, I am not worried that she elicits more response than I do — I’m just quoting form a poem.

When I was an impressionable youth and prone to daydreaming about castles and such, I discovered Walter De La Mare’s romantic poem, “The Listeners”.  Two of my boys recently visited Tintagel on a suitably gray and misty day and (for some reason) their photos from the visit reminded me of the poem.

‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,

   Knocking on the moonlit door;

And his horse in the silence champed the grasses

   Of the forest’s ferny floor:

And a bird flew up out of the turret,

   Above the Traveller’s head:

And he smote upon the door again a second time;

   ‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.

But no one descended to the Traveller;

   No head from the leaf-fringed sill

Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,

   Where he stood perplexed and still.

But only a host of phantom listeners

   That dwelt in the lone house then

Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight

   To that voice from the world of men:

Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,

   That goes down to the empty hall,

Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken

   By the lonely Traveller’s call.

And he felt in his heart their strangeness,

   Their stillness answering his cry,

While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,

   ’Neath the starred and leafy sky;

For he suddenly smote on the door, even

   Louder, and lifted his head:—

‘Tell them I came, and no one answered,

   That I kept my word,’ he said.