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 travellers head: And the smote upon the door again a second time; Is there anybody there?; he said. But no one descended to the travellers; no head from the leaf_fringed still. Learned 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 quite of the moonlight. To that voice from the world of men: stood throning the faint moonbeams on the dark stair. They goes down to the empty hall. Hearkening in an air stirred and shoken.
By the lonely Travellers call. And he felt in his heart their strangeness. They stillness answering his cry, while his horse moved, cropping the dark truf. “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. Never the least stir made the Listeners. Through every word he spake. Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house. From the one man left awake: Ay,they heard his foot upon the stirrup, And the sound of iron on stone. And how the silence surged softly backward. When the plunging hoofs were gone. About the poet. Well my name is Hassan and i made too much effort to write ✍️ this poem . Im just starting to write ✍️ poem stories so please support me and i make my stories and poem much better and my style was very simple to write poem and story and if you like to read this poem Thankful to you and if you don't like it i will apologize so that's my poem and rate my poem very well Thank you 💕