Poetry
... - - TIHE MIOATED HOUSE. They pass like spirits of the pjst.-Bvraiw. Time whispers low of other years, Around this moated pile; Each tree and sihru'i to fancy wcars A loclk of age the while: A look that says, we lis-gerirgg stay, As records of a former day. For stunted willows grow along The shrunk roaot's grassy sibe; It murmtirs the rude stones aniong- Once it was deep adl Al ide; A ...