The doors were wide…

The Return of Imray

The doors were wide, the story saith,
Out of the night came the patient wraith.
He might not speak, and he could not stir 
A hair of the Baron's miniver.
Speechless and strengthless, a shadow thin, 
He roved the castle to find his kin.
And oh! 'twas a piteous sight to see 
The dumb ghost follow his enemy! 

                                                   The Baron

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