This Desirable Mansion

This Desirable Mansion

The story revolves around a deserted and eerie mansion where no one lives or visits anymore. The atmosphere is cold and lifeless, with weeds covering the pathways and spiders spinning webs on the stairs and hall. The only sounds are the sighs of ghosts from long-dead hours. The hearth is cold, and the door is locked, with only ghosts from the happy past and a mysterious figure who resembles them visiting the silent threshold.

By Edith Nesbit · First published 1902 · Genre: Poetry, Gothic, Horror · 151 words

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The long white windows blankly stare Across the sodden, tangled grass, Weed-covered are the pathways where No footsteps ever pass; No whispers wake, no kisses die, No laughter thrills the dwindling flowers, Only the night hears sigh on sigh From ghosts of long-dead hours.

None come here now to laugh or weep; The spider spins on stair and hall, And round the windows shadows creep, And loathly creatures crawl.

Cold is the hearth; the door is fast; No guest the silent threshold sees Save ghosts out of the happy past, -- And one who is as these.

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Family · Marriage · Social Class · Wealth · Status · Inheritance · Country House · English Countryside · Rural Life · Upper Class · Gentry · Society

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