Here you will find the Poem The House Across the Way of poet Ralph Hodgson
The leaves looked in at the window Of the house across the way, At a man that had sinned like you and me And all poor human clay. He muttered: 'In a gambol I took my soul astray, But to-morrow I'll drag it back from danger, In the morning, come what may; For no man knows what season He shall go his ghostly way.' And his face fell down upon the table, And where it fell it lay. And the wind blew under the carpet And it said, or it seemed to say: 'Truly, all men must go a-ghosting And no man knows his day.' And the leaves stared in at the window Like the people at a play.
