Don Juan By Lord Byron Canto XV

Serious? You laugh; — you may: that will I not;
  My smiles must be sincere or not at all.
I say I do believe a haunted spot
  Exists — and where? That shall I not recall,
Because I 'd rather it should be forgot,
  'Shadows the soul of Richard' may appal.
In short, upon that subject I 've some qualms very
Like those of the philosopher of Malmsbury.

The night (I sing by night — sometimes an owl,
  And now and then a nightingale) is dim,
And the loud shriek of sage Minerva's fowl
  Rattles around me her discordant hymn:
Old portraits from old walls upon me scowl —
  I wish to heaven they would not look so grim;
The dying embers dwindle in the grate —
I think too that I have sate up too late:

And therefore, though 't is by no means my way
  To rhyme at noon — when I have other things
To think of, if I ever think — I say
  I feel some chilly midnight shudderings,
And prudently postpone, until mid-day,
  Treating a topic which, alas! but brings
Shadows; — but you must be in my condition
Before you learn to call this superstition.

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