SPOOKS

Last night I dreamed that I was come again 

Unto the house where my beloved dwells 

After long years of wandering and pain.

And I stood out beneath the drenching rain 

And all the street was bare, and black with night, 

But in my true love’s house was warmth and light.

Yet I could not draw near nor enter in, 

And long I wondered if some secret sin 

Or old, unhappy anger held me fast;

Till suddenly it came into my head 

That I was killed long since and lying dead—

Only a homeless wraith that way had passed.

So thus I found my true love’s house again 

And stood unseen amid the winter night 

And the lamp burned within, a rosy light, 

And the wet street was shining in the rain.

C. S. Lewis