Each heart has its haunted chamber, br Where the silent moonlight falls! br On the floor are mysterious footsteps, br There are whispers along the walls! br br And mine at times is haunted br By phantoms of the Past br As motionless as shadows br By the silent moonlight cast. br br A form sits by the window, br That is not seen by day, br For as soon as the dawn approaches br It vanishes away. br br It sits there in the moonlight br Itself as pale and still, br And points with its airy finger br Across the window-sill. br br Without before the window, br There stands a gloomy pine, br Whose boughs wave upward and downward br As wave these thoughts of mine. br br And underneath its branches br Is the grave of a little child, br Who died upon life's threshold, br And never wept nor smiled.