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The WRuin

“Is there anybody there?” said the Supporter,
Knocking on the Union door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grass
Of the Millennium’s crumbling floor;
And a turd flew up out of the turret,
Above the Supporter’s head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
“Is there anybody there?” he said.
But no one descended to the Supporter;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his pleading eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of Lewis’s listeners
That dwelt in the Union house then
Stood unheeding in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the regional men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Supporter’s call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the palletted turf,
‘Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:–
“Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I wanted a word,” he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the WRU house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
And the whole Welsh team were gone.