Don Juan By Lord Byron Canto XVI

The night was as before: he was undrest,
  Saving his night-gown, which is an undress;
Completely 'sans culotte,' and without vest;
  In short, he hardly could be clothed with less:
But apprehensive of his spectral guest,
  He sate with feelings awkward to express
(By those who have not had such visitations),
Expectant of the ghost's fresh operations.

And not in vain he listen'd; — Hush! what 's that?
  I see — I see — Ah, no! — 't is not — yet 't is —
Ye powers! it is the — the — the — Pooh! the cat!
  The devil may take that stealthy pace of his!
So like a spiritual pit-a-pat,
  Or tiptoe of an amatory Miss,
Gliding the first time to a rendezvous,
And dreading the chaste echoes of her shoe.

Again — what is 't? The wind? No, no — this time
  It is the sable friar as before,
With awful footsteps regular as rhyme,
  Or (as rhymes may be in these days) much more.
Again through shadows of the night sublime,
  When deep sleep fell on men, and the world wore
The starry darkness round her like a girdle
Spangled with gems — the monk made his blood curdle.

A noise like to wet fingers drawn on glass,
  Which sets the teeth on edge; and a slight clatter,
Like showers which on the midnight gusts will pass,
  Sounding like very supernatural water,
Came over Juan's ear, which throbb'd, alas!
  For immaterialism 's a serious matter;
So that even those whose faith is the most great
In souls immortal, shun them tete-a-tete.

Were his eyes open? — Yes! and his mouth too.
  Surprise has this effect — to make one dumb,
Yet leave the gate which eloquence slips through
  As wide as if a long speech were to come.
Nigh and more nigh the awful echoes drew,
  Tremendous to a mortal tympanum:
His eyes were open, and (as was before
Stated) his mouth. What open'd next? — the door.

It open'd with a most infernal creak,
  Like that of hell. 'Lasciate ogni speranza
Voi che entrate!' The hinge seem'd to speak,
  Dreadful as Dante's rhima, or this stanza;
Or — but all words upon such themes are weak:
  A single shade 's sufficient to entrance
Hero — for what is substance to a spirit?
Or how is 't matter trembles to come near it?

The door flew wide, — not swiftly, but, as fly
  The sea-gulls, with a steady, sober flight,
And then swung back, nor close, but stood awry,
  Half letting in long shadows on the light,
Which still in Juan's candlesticks burned high,
  For he had two, both tolerably bright,
And in the doorway, darkening darkness, stood
The sable Friar in his solemn hood.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star,
  'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
How little do we know that which we are!
  How less what we may be! The eternal surge
Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar
  Our bubbles; as the old burst, new emerge,
Lash'd from the foam of ages; while the graves
Of empires heave but like some passing waves.

Don Juan shook, as erst he had been shaken
  The night before, but being sick of shaking,
He first inclined to think he had been mistaken,
  And then to be ashamed of such mistaking.
His own internal ghost began to awaken
  Within him and to quell his corporal quaking,
Hinting that soul and body on the whole
Were odds against a disembodied soul.

And then his dread grew wrath, and his wrath fierce,
  And he arose, advanced. The shade retreated,
But Juan, eager now the truth to pierce,
  Followed, his veins no longer cold, but heated,
Resolved to thrust the mystery carte and tierce,
  At whatsoever risk of being defeated.
The ghost stopped, menaced, then retired, until
He reached the ancient wall, then stood stone still.

Juan put forth one arm. Eternal powers!
  It touched no soul nor body, but the wall,
On which the moonbeams fell in silvery showers
  Checkered with all the tracery of the hall.
He shuddered, as no doubt the bravest cowers
  When he can't tell what 'tis that doth appal.
How odd, a single hobgoblin's nonentity
Should cause more fear than a whole host's identity.

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