I crinkled with astonishment, 'twas not a fit of fright,
For loud elastic wailings, I have heard at twelve at night,
The midnight peace disturbing in the lamplit streets below,
But this was uttered in an unfamiliar groan of woe,
And Hampton Court I wot had got some questionable nooks,
In which it harboured spectres, and disreputable spooks,
In which it shrouded headless Queens, and shades of evil Kings
With ill-conditioned titled knaves, in lemans leading strings.
I listened! 'twas a voice that cried as 'twere from out the dust
Of time, that clogged its music, with a husk of mould and rust,