~ Joseph Conrad    Heart of Darkness

"All that we see or seem   Is but a dream within a dream." 

     ~ Edgar Allen Poe    A Dream Within a Dream

"Everybody is like the moon and has a dark side

which he never shows anybody."

  "When I get a little money, I buy books; and if any is left, I buy food and clothes."

           ~ Erasmus

 

The Listeners  

"Is anybody there?" said the Traveler,
    Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence chomped the grasses
    Of the forest's ferny floor.
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
    Above the traveler's head:
And he smote upon the door a second time;
    "Is there anybody there?" he said.
But no one descended to the Traveler;
    No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his gray 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 Traveler'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 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,
    Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
    From the one man left awake:
Aye, 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.

~ Walter De La Mare