A Haunted House: Virginia Woolf [6 of 7]

• Our eyes darken, we hear no steps beside us; we see no lady spread her ghostly cloak. His hands shield the lantern. "Look," he breathes.
• "Sound asleep. Love upon their lips." Stooping, holding their silver lamp above us, long they look and deeply. Long they pause.
• The wind drives straightly; the flame stoops slightly. Wild beams of moonlight cross both floor and wall, and, meeting,
• stain the faces bent; the faces pondering; the faces that search the sleepers and seek their hidden joy.