Episode 3: The Importance of the Detective Novel

Published: April 22, 2019, 2:03 a.m.

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Today\u2019s poem:

The Listeners by Walter De La Mare

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\u2018Is there anybody there?\u2019 said the Traveller, \xa0\xa0

\xa0\xa0Knocking on the moonlit door;

And his horse in the silence champed the grasses \xa0\xa0

\xa0\xa0Of the forest\u2019s ferny floor:

And a bird flew up out of the turret, \xa0\xa0

\xa0\xa0Above the Traveller\u2019s head:

And he smote upon the door again a second time; \xa0\xa0

\xa0\xa0\u2018Is there anybody there?\u2019 he said.

But no one descended to the Traveller; \xa0\xa0

\xa0\xa0No head from the leaf-fringed sill

Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes, \xa0\xa0

\xa0\xa0Where he stood perplexed and still.

But only a host of phantom listeners \xa0\xa0

\xa0\xa0That dwelt in the lone house then

Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight \xa0\xa0

\xa0\xa0To that voice from the world of men:

Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair, \xa0\xa0

\xa0\xa0That goes down to the empty hall,

Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken \xa0\xa0

\xa0\xa0By the lonely Traveller\u2019s call.

And he felt in his heart their strangeness, \xa0\xa0

\xa0\xa0Their stillness answering his cry,

While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, \xa0\xa0

\xa0\xa0\u2019Neath the starred and leafy sky;

For he suddenly smote on the door, even \xa0\xa0

\xa0\xa0Louder, and lifted his head:\u2014

\u2018Tell them I came, and no one answered, \xa0\xa0

\xa0\xa0That I kept my word,\u2019 he said.

Never the least stir made the listeners, \xa0\xa0

\xa0\xa0Though every word he spake

Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house \xa0\xa0

\xa0\xa0From the one man left awake:

Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, \xa0\xa0

\xa0\xa0And the sound of iron on stone,

And how the silence surged softly backward, \xa0\xa0

\xa0\xa0When the plunging hoofs were gone.