Whispering Spirits


(The ninth of the Black Hole Ballads)
(With apologies to R.S. Hawker)

We saw them not, we could not hear
The moving of their feet,
Yet knew we that they so journed near –
The Ghosts of Dalton Street!

They glided o’er the dark playground,
There must have been a score;
Their unseen hands so often found
The handle of our door.

At night we heard the spectral rap
As on the pane they beat;
But never, never could we trap
The Ghosts of Dalton Street!

December, 1926