You Remember The Hall On The Corner? To-Night As I Walked Down Street I Heard The Sound Of Music, And The Rhythmic Beat And Beat, In Time To The Pulsing Measure Of Lightly Tripping Feet. And I Turned And Entered The Doorway - It Was Years Since I Had Been There - Years, And Life Seemed Altered: Pleasure Had Changed To Care. But Again I Was Hearing The Music And Watching The Dancers Fair. And Then, As I Stood And Listened, The Music Lost Its Glee; And Instead Of The Merry Waltzers There Were Ghosts Of The Used-To-Be - Ghosts Of The Pleasure-Seekers Who Once Had Danced With Me. Oh, 'Twas A Ghastly Picture! Oh, 'Twas A Gruesome Crowd! Each Bearing A Skull On His Shoulder, Each Trailing A Long White Shroud, As They Whirled In The Dance Together, And The Music Shrieked Aloud. As They Danced, Their Dry Bones Rattled Like Shutters In A Blast; And They Stared From Eyeless Sockets On Me As They Circled Past; And The Music That Kept Them Whirling Was A Funeral Dirge Played Fast. Some Of Them Wore Their Face-Cloths, Others Were Rotted Away. Some Had Mould On Their Garments, And Some Seemed Dead But A Day. Corpses All, But I Knew Them As Friends, Once Blithe And Gay. Beauty And Strength And Manhood - And This Was The End Of It All: Nothing But Phantoms Whirling In A Ghastly Skeleton Ball. But The Music Ceased - And They Vanished, And I Came Away From The Hall.