A pensive photograph Watches me from the shelf -- Ghost of old love, and half Ghost of myself! How the dear waiting eyes Watch me and love me yet -- Sad home of memories, Her waiting eyes! Ghost of old love, wronged ghost, Return: though all the pain Of all once loved, long lost, Come back again. Forget not, but forgive! Alas, too late I cry. We are two ghosts that had their chance to live, And lost it, she and I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 10. STRESA by SARA TEASDALE GREEN SYMPHONY by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE CARD-DEALER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO - (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY DISCIPLINE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EXPECTATION by GLADYS BRIERLY ASHOUR |