OVER the water an old ghost strode To a churchyard on the shore, And over him the waters had flowed A thousand years or more, And pale and wan and weary Looked never a sprite as he; For it's lonely and it's dreary The ghost of a body to be That has mouldered away in the sea. Over the billows the old ghost stepped, And the winds in mockery sung; For the bodiless ghost would fain have wept Over the maiden that lay so young 'Mong the thistles and toadstools so hoary. And he begged of the waves a tear, But they shook upwards their moonlight glory, And the shark looked on with a sneer At his yearning desire and agony. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JABBERWOCKY by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON HASTE NOT! REST NOT! by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE WEARY BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES FAIRIES' SONG by THOMAS RANDOLPH THE SPIRIT OF NATURE by RICHARD REALF THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 34. THE DARK GLASS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |