Ghost Music
By Robert Graves
Gloomy and bare the organ-loft,
Bent-backed and blind the organist.
From rafters looming shadowy,
From the pipes’ tuneful company,
Drifted together drowsily,
Innumerable, formless, dim,
The ghosts of long-dead melodies,
Of anthems, stately, thunderous,
Of Kyries shrill and tremulous:
In melancholy drowsy-sweet
They huddled there in harmony.
Like bats at noontide rafter-hung.
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Friday was a beautiful, cool autumn day, bringing lots of birds and small animals and deer around the house and in the woods when we walked. It was otherwise not a very eventful day -- got some work and laundry done, had dinner with my parents.
While still at my parents' house, we started watching the first game of the World Series, which did not begin well for Philly, but they're tied with Houston now. Here are some of the Halloween decorations we've seen around our neighborhood:
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